I love clouds. And I love cloud-printed stuff. One day, when I was single and interning in D.C. and had recently been dumped by the guy I thought I was going to marry, I was hanging out behind the Smithsonian being introspective and depressed and all that, and I looked up and the sky was filled with the most amazing clouds. I can't remember exactly what they looked like, but it was one of those moments when you feel like God and the universe are mindful of you and, more than that, actually care about you.
This afternoon before I made dinner, I went outside and looked up and saw this:
It stretched from horizon to horizon. Pretty incredible.