June 22 rings no bells for me historically. Today, days start getting longer. Meryl Streep's birthday, I heard. Utegate day, someone said on the morning news.
As I walked down Launching Place Rd. earlier the sun was bright and in my face, the sky above clear and blue, and a grey mist lay low in the Shepherd's Creek valley where the sun had not yet reached. Soon, large pine trees shielded my eyes fom the sun allowing me a good look at the magnificent vista in the distance. In an otherwise cloudless sky, grey and white masses sat on the Warburton Ranges, meshing together to resemble snow covered Andes peaks. The only give away was odd white shapes billowing up here and there like giant puffs.
Clouds are often spectacular. I should cloud gaze more often. There's something reassuring about them, I think we all spent time looking at them when we were kids.
So maybe we lose Ruddy today, maybe Teasurer Swan, maybe Malcolm T. We'll see. The clouds will roll on. No doubt The Universe is unfolding as it should.
Where have all the rainclouds gone?
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