I walked out of night class feeling pretty wonderful, believe it or not. Only 60% of the enrolled students attended, but that was not what merited my demeanor. I had also consumed an iced coffee–admittedly to keep myself going strong–but I don’t think that’s what attributed to my high spirits either. I think I actually helped some students that night. Perhaps I can get to why that was a surprise in another post.
Indiana late summers are usually sticky. Some clever local weathermen once used the term “humiture” to attempt to define the combination of the actual temperature plus what the humidity added to that. Perhaps to non-natives, this was bizarre. Perhaps what it “feels like” should be the only number reported. Anyway, this particular evening was void of humidity and the sky was bidding farewell to the sun for the day. This produced my favorite color–that shade of not-quite orange mixed with not-quite strawberry and not-quite plum–and I slowed my walk to the car to absorb nature’s impromptu gift to me…rather, to us all. Embedded in the brilliant sky were thin clouds of varying shades of gray. This canvas now had a pallet of color options beside it to create anoter masterpiece. The clouds, though, are what struck and inspired me. Two specific clouds, squarely placed in front of me, were stacked like hamburger buns–the air between baring only a thin chimney curl. It was a sight that might have made Nathaniel Hawthorne smile.
Seeing this H on its side reminded me, of all things, of a Simpsons episode where, I believe Lisa and Bart (and perhaps the muted baby) sat cloud-gazing on a day similar to the one displayed during the show’s opening credits. The children were discussing the shapes the clouds made–as children whose entertainment venue is exclusively out-of-doors. The format of the joke is that Lis sees a formation that appears to the viewer as vague and indecipherable at first, only coming into focus throughout the explanation or analysis. Then, Bart I believe, says he sees one that looks like (this isn’t accurate, I haven’t seen the episode for years) a local legend on horseback. The scene changes to his POV and we see a precise version of what Bart just reported. It’s funny to see how Lisa, the prodigy, creates with her imagination, and her academically disinclined brother can only see with clear, specific images and no imagination needed.