OH BOY . . . clouds shield us Clouds do not really look like camels or sailing ships or castles in the sky. They are simply a natural process at work. So too, perhaps, are our lives. Oh boy. Chance of cloudy. Splashes of joy. When I was a boy, summer afternoons laying on grass watching clouds go by - imagining what characters those clouds resembled - those shapes begat stories, of dinosaurs and monsters, made laughs easy, easy ways to spend a day. Hot cloudless sunny days were fun, but partly-cloudy days were better days for play and enjoyment of the joys of childhood, and those clouds. Clouds, are misty eyed and mystified - where in sadness we weep or in celebration we feel, men dont cry so much as we get cloudy. Cloudy mind - kind you cant see through, cloudy feelings. Clouds work for us now - we bring the cloud to work and take it home too - just when society was morphing to a 4 day work-week - it expanded. What once was 8-4 or 9-5 daily for 5 days a week, thanks to technology and the cloud, grown to 24/7. We receive information, ideas, news, YESs, NOs, good news and bad news. We can turn off the phone or power-down the computer but the flow doesnt stop. New tools - devices and software, super-highways, bandwidths and doing work in the cloud - all part of everyday conversation. Cloudy, a term with so many meanings - in a fluid, when a jar in the fridge has gone cloudy, we toss it. Not because it is bad, but because it is cloudy and we dont trust what we dont know to be good . . .!!!!
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 09:47:28 +0000
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