I was dubious I admit. While I have a hefty degree of respect for TED Talks, the one about clouds seemed a tad frivolous. I expect the topics to be cutting edge, game changing. But one landed in my inbox about clouds. Ho hum.

My finger was perched to exit as soon as I had enough reason to dismiss it. Ten minutes seemed awfully long to waste when my to do list was as long as a railroad track. But I never clicked. Rather I was swept in by the images of playful white cirrus and cumulus formations, billowing across the horizon. He introduced the audience to his Cloud Appreciation Society, and I was surprised to hear he has thousands of members.

John used to pull me outside to gaze at the ephemeral majesty of clouds, bathed in late dusk, or swathed in early morning pink. Although it was usually a detour from more important activities, I always went. Sometimes he would call from the office and ask me to go outside to look. Then we would both stand, looking up, not cluttering the experience with words.

He doesn't do it much these days. I wonder if it is because I never reciprocated. Maybe I forgot to tell him how sweet it was. I notice he also has slowed down on telling me I am beautiful. That could be because I usually shook my head and sloughed it off. I think I will keep an eye out for a puffy shape and call him. It would be nice to hold hands with our heads in the clouds.