I like watching clouds. They are never the same, like snowflakes. Each shape can have a different shade of color, a different density to them. Today, as I look out my window, it's the high thin clouds painting the sky a filmy bluish white. But some days they're puffy white like a cotton ball. And then there are the greys of storm clouds. I like those best. Mom says I was born during a Midwest July thunderstorm. Maybe that's why.
But I also like to read, and today I read this about the sky: "A skyscape of clouds makes the sky a visibly living thing, breathing as it moves, cooling the city and its people with a protective cloak, and washing the air and the land with rains that come and go in a way that freshens the place and its people."
When I moved from Ohio where there are often cloudy skies to Arizona, I was here for nearly 90 days before I saw a single cloud. Now when clouds appear, I'm out there, looking, watching, admiring and yes, taking photos. That is my cloud porn.
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