Some days I stop in wonder as enormous clouds dominate the sky over our Wasatch Mountains. Storm clouds are most welcome in the current drought. Some other days the wildfire haze is so bad the mountains disappear, and we are advised to stay indoors if we can’t stay healthy when breathing toxic air. I have marveled as the sun turns bright orange in mid-day.
Last Monday, Classical 89 (BYU) radio described “an atmospheric piece” to be played. I forget the title, but remember it created a mood that was nostalgic and romantic, matching the second definition of the word. (Language of love hits home with Kay & me.)
What’s in your Cloud?
