As the solstice nears, cumulus, cirrus, nimbus, and other species of clouds gather on the horizon, telling their age-old stories to those with time to listen and watch. Of course today's seething schedule left me no time to do more than gather for you this fleeting glimpse of the drama, and to wonder briefly about the schedule's relevance in the larger scale.
Remember this game from your youth: What do you see in this cloud? Any Strange Tripper is invited to share: harview at montana dot com. I know what I see, and now I can't see anything else there....