I just heard that a former friend of mine died recently. We met when we were five years old at Old Saint Augustine Grade School. We served mass together as altar boys throughout grade school. And when we graduated, we went on to attend the same high school. Shortly before graduation we had a bitter argument and he said he never wanted to talk to me again and that I should pray to see the light. We never did talk after that, and I think that I was able to see the light without praying.
He went his way and I went mine and we never met again. My only regret is that this was the only argument I ever had that was never resolved. He was the only friend I ever lost. And we never had the chance to say that we were sorry. It’s tough to lose a friend — we really have so few and we need to hold on to all that we have.
For what it’s worth I’ll say I’m sorry, Ron — even though you were wrong.
A couple of days ago my friend Becky posted a magnetic poem about cloud gazing. After reading it, I remembered a group of cloud photos I had taken about two weeks ago. I had quite a few birthdays coming up in August and September, so I decided to take a trip to my Target Store and replenish my card stock.
When I left the house the skies were bright blue with a few puff pillow clouds. And I jumped on the MetroBus going south for a quick ride. As we were going around Forest Park, I noticed the skies were getting cloudy. By the time I got off the bus, the skies looked like this …
The clouds actually looked liked they were pockmarked!
In my entire life I had never seen clouds that looked liked these.
They looked so ominous, I picked up my pace across the Target parking lot and rushed to the door.
And I just made it to the door of the store when raindrops began to splat the ground. And they were like the mother of all raindrops! Either that or someone was throwing water balloons down on us.
On the News Live At Five I discovered that my strange clouds were mamatus or “breast” clouds that formed under a layer of cumulonimbus thunderclouds which often indicates severe storms and tornadoes. The shower was rather brief and by the time I came out of the store the skies were blue again and the ground was almost dry.
Since the clouds looked like they had been lifted from some old master’s painting, I knew I just had to share them with Becky. Enjoy, cloud gazing is free!