Look at Clouds

A Day by Emily Dickenson

Looking at the red stippling under the clouds as the sun rose this morning reminded me of Joni Mitchell and “Both Sides Now.” I wonder if the tops of the clouds are lit with red and orange and yellow as the sun comes up. I wonder what colors one could see if human eyes were sensitive to other colors in the spectrum than the ones we are limited to now. If you were in a plane dipping in and out of the clouds, would you be lit with glowing red light?

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Look at Clouds”

  1. As a child, I would lie in the grass, look at the clouds, and let my imagination flow. I thought about how it would feel to lie on a soft cloud. I visualized animals, people and great beasts in the shapes of the clouds. Sadly, as I got older, I lost the inclination to just let go and dream. Writing prompts are helping me regain my childlike imagination again.

  2. OK! Let us look at clouds. No! Not the fluffy white drifting variety that that idly drift across a blue sky on a dreamy Spring day. Or the hazy fine silk clouds that make a Summer sky look cloudless. Not the racing grey variety that speed across the sky driven by powerful winds in the Autumn. Look at the thick black stormy clouds of a Winter sky, and be thankful Spring is on the way.

  3. On long car trips, Leann liked to read, but whenever she became saturated from so much reading, she liked to distract herself by staring out the car window to look at clouds. She would always find a few formations that resembled some kind of animal—a dog, a swan, a giraffe and her favorite—a bunny. This particular one was always a recurrent figure, and it would put a smile on her face.

    Now as an adult, she recalls those car trips as an adolescent. Currently, the only long trips are her commute to and from work, so every once in a while, she looks up at the sky, but the bunny is nowhere to be found.

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