My love of clouds began as a little girl. Since my childhood was so quiet and free of television, electricity, and electronics, I spent a lot of time outdoors. And one of my favorite activities was to watch the clouds roll by and compare each to the shapes of everyday things, like a car, a cat, and so on. And when we got our first dog, I named him what I knew and loved: Cloud.
Our cabin in the woods had an enormous window that looked out onto Mt. Shasta, where the clouds would gather and swirl around the mountain like cotton candy. And my mom was always so fascinated by each one, calling them spaceships, as if Mt. Shasta were a planet they orbited. It was all very fairy tale-like for a little girl. Me.
Clouds + me = love .
P.S. It's nearly spring here in the amazing Pacific Northwest, which means the clouds are more beautiful now than any other time of the year. And our puffy magical clouds inspire me. I'll be posting lots of cloud-inspired goodness here and there for a little bit. I just can't help it.
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