Before the days of central heating I can remember as a child lying on my stomach and gazing into the fire, watching the coals shift and crumble, creating marvellous fairytale vistas of palaces and mountain ranges.
In the summer the fire went out, but the clouds were there instead.
Lying on our backs in the park it was easy for me and my friends to recreate the same stunning landscapes, but this time with cloud formations. They too shifted and drifted, taking on the forms of plants and animals, Jesus, a space ship, that bloke I fancied in our road.
Then I grew up...
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Hi Kimbesa - Glad you found the article useful! Happy cloud-gazing! :)
Awesome! I must gt out and look at the clouds more often!
Thanks for your comment Tiggered! Although I live in London I'm lucky in that I can sit on my couch and see clouds passing by and it's always changing - sometimes very dramatically. It's great that you've read the book - it's good to look up now and then! :)
I've read the book, it was fun. I kept staring into the sky for weeks afterwards. Even now the uninitiated give me weird looks when I ask my partner something along the lines of 'hm, is that a cumulonimbus or a nimbostratus, what do you think?' :)