Oh, will you look at that gleaming city all spread out in the early light? All of the glassy buildings glittering in the deep shadows of morning. This is what I see every morning on my way to school. On this particular Friday as I drove I thought of the rain headed our way across the choppy Pacific.
It’s all everyone is talking about, but estimated time of arrival keeps getting pushed back. Late afternoon,” someone says. “Not till midnight,” says someone else. I moved my umbrella from the trunk to the backseat as an act of good faith. And…it DOES impart a sense of moving in the right direction.
Seeing clouds in the sky is so startling. Yesterday when they first began to appear the kids didn’t know what to make of it. “LOOK!” they all screamed when I picked them up from lunch. “CLOUDS!” We all stood staring up at the sky. Necks craned back as far as possible. A sea of rainclouds loomed overhead. “Is a storm coming?” one of them asked.
“Yes,” I answered, “A giant one. We’re probably going to have to spend the night at school.”
“FOR REAL?!” several kids shout excitedly. “Where will we sleep?”
I tell the kids I have brought tents that we’ll pitch in the classroom. 4 to a tent. I get my own.
“What will we eat?”
Flash forward to this evening. Nary a drop, but the skies looked promising late this afternoon. Sort of. Although, I don’t think these are rain clouds.
Definitely not Storm of the Century clouds.
How bitter my disappointment when I saw these insubstantial wisps circling above my house early this evening.
More visual journal pages from autumn 2005.
Clouds are never far from my mind.