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Chicago and a huge reason not to live here…

River, Bridges, Buildings, Structures

According to the weatherpeople, we have had 2, yes TWO days of full sun, ALL SPRING.  We are mole people.  Blah.

Photo:  Pixabay

Sunrise…neon…words.

Neon, Light, Night, Wall, Electricity

life is like
sunrise
in Chicago
you know the sun is there
but you can’t
see
or touch it
the sun
a huge
flaming star
can’t seem to burn it’s way
through the clouds
and if you listen carefully
you can hear the clouds
laughing as they spread
their darkness over the land
and life
by the way
is nothing more than an
IDEA
it’s not something
you can hold in your hand
or point to
life is ethereal
it’s something
we collectively
agree exists
so life is what we call
whatever this is
we’re doing
because humans
hate to admit
they don’t have
a clue
as to what’s
really going on

 

Picture:  Pixabay

Fog, mist, clouds and secrets…

close up photo of green leaf trees on forestSome people think that fog, or mist, is just a cloud laying down on the ground.  Maybe that’s true.  Maybe clouds get tired, or maybe they get too heavy.  It has nothing to do with saturation or physics, it’s kind of up to the cloud.

It’s like thunder, in a way.  A lot of  people believe that thunder is an atmospheric weather condition, but the truth is…thunder is just the old gods getting together for a night of bowling.  You know that, right?  Nothing to be afraid of.  The thunder is all simply part of the game.

Anyway, I just thought I’d let you know that some clouds are willing to work with nature on earth.  When they lay down among the trees, it’s so that some animals can have more freedom, and because when hidden by a cloud, the trees can dance without being noticed.

Secret things happen in a forest when a cloud settles over it.  It’s also good for the plants and wee folk/one’s who live there.  But there are so many things that are unknown to us, and fog, mist and resting clouds, know a lot of things that we don’t.

 

Photo:  Frances Gunn
Unsplash

Snow at Night…(Emmie’s path)

Third largest snowfall in Chicago history…the last picture is Emily’s house. It’s going to keep snowing until 11 p.m.

Snow…

We, in the Chicago area, are supposed to get 11, yes, ELEVEN more inches of snow, starting this afternoon around four.  That’s on top of the snow already on the ground.  And more is coming.

What fun.  Not!

A friend of mine called and said they are warning people that if they go out tonight to be sure and have food, water, blankets and a flashlight in their car.  It’s never a good thing to hear that.

Apparently Mother Nature has been playing with us, leading us to believe that this was going to be one of the best winters ever.  She started out with a fall ice storm and then calmed down and things have been blissful.  Now, however, she’s decided that she’s been nice long enough, and all bets are off.  Sigh.

It seems ridiculous that we can’t steer the planet. I mean then we could just turn it toward the SUN, once in awhile.  It only seems fair.  But no. The planet pretty much does whatever it feels like doing, and we’re just along for the ride.  I mean it’s not as if we can go anywhere else, right?  I still can’t believe we all live on a rock flying through space and all we do is kill everything.  How crazy are we?  Never mind, it was a rhetorical question.

Is it spring yet?

Photo:  Aditya Vyas
Unsplash

The first picture is what the pier looked like before the tornado went through one of the suburbs, last night, and the second picture is how it looked this morning, after the storm dumped more rain than anyone could have imagined, in a matter of minutes. My daughter took both of them.

Clouds…

When I was little, I always wanted to play on a cloud.  I never thought about falling through one.  I incorrectly assumed that a soft and fluffy cloud, would be able to hold me.

Yesterday morning I woke up and went to look out the window, since that’s the ONLY way to ever know what the wether is like, and everything was white.  Solid white.  Pressed up against the windows, white.   I couldn’t see anything.  A cloud, in the form of thick fog, had settled over us.  I wondered what that would look like from the sky and pictured a big cloud, just laying over the houses, streets and sidewalks.  A cloud, that fell from the sky.

I kept watching and when I thought it wasn’t too dangerous, I went for a walk.  When you’re IN a cloud, you can only see where you are.   Everything you’re walking toward, cannot be seen.  It was so cool.   I walked on the sidewalk, since walking in the street was out of the question.  Little by little, the sun started burning off the fog and I could see farther and farther ahead.

It’s the same thing as looking at the gorgeous photographs from outer space.  If we were in the star nursery that looks so amazing, we wouldn’t be able to see it.  When we are in something, we’re too close to it, so we can’t see the bigger picture.  Life is exactly like that.  Our lives, seen from a distance,  would probably look far different from what we think they look like.  No matter what we’re in, our vision is always blocked.  No matter where we are, we can only see so far ahead.  Our physical ability to see is quite limited.  A hawk would starve, if he had to hunt from the ground.   We wouldn’t be able to see the glaciers melting, if we were standing ON one.  But from the air, we can see what’s happening.  Whatever we think is going on, is being seen from our limited vantage point.    We only ever see a tiny part of the picture.

Walking in the dense flog, I didn’t know if the fog ended on a different street, or if it went on forever.  There’s so much we go through in life, never knowing when it will end, or begin. Never knowing for sure, what’s right in front of us.  We are constantly called on, to make decisions from only one perspective, from the tiny fraction of life that we can see.  We live by guessing, by assuming, by having bits and pieces of the picture, but never the information we need to make logical and well informed decisions.  It’s like waking through the fog, not know what lies ahead, but waking just the same.

Clouds can’t hold me.  I know they’re wet and weight tons.  I also know that if I could live on a cloud, I wouldn’t be able to see anything past my nose.  So that childhood dream, was just that…a dream.  Sometimes, what we think we want, is just like a childhood dream.  A dream, that when we find out the truth,  is nothing at all way we thought it would be.

It was fun being surrounded by fog.  Scary and magical at the same time, since one never truly knows if a left over dinosaur will come crashing over houses, crushing cars and  smashing trees in an effort to get to you.  I mean, anything’s possible, right?  Maybe dinosaurs only come out during the fog.  We don’t know. Really.  We don’t.

 

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It’s snowing again…big beautiful flakes that don’t belong this close to May

Woke up to…2 pictures

huge globs of snow are now falling from trees and roofs and it’s so cool…

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