Have you ever been inspired by a post? This morning, my Hive account@c0ff33a coffee and I were sitting together doing a scroll-through of the posts, when I came across one from Hive account@tattoodjay about clouds. You can see his post here. Clouds are fascinating and of all the natural events that happen, one of the easiest to observe. I am not sure I have ever met a cloud I didn't love. One of my favorite things to do is point my phone up to the sky and take a picture of what my day looks like, then send it to some of my favorite people that also love clouds. Who doesn't love clouds? Raise your hand! PS...Sorry, not sorry Hive account@c0ff33a It's just too much fun, it almost begs me to do it.:)

Meteorologists still use the same tried and true way to name clouds. Created by a British chemist, it is called the Linnean system, and it uses words from specific Latin bases. Because of the simplicity and efficiency of using this system, they still use it today.

I think these may be my favorite type of cloud, skirting just barely above the water, I can almost touch them. Sometimes it seems like it goes for miles. The line of vision is separated by the open sea horizon shot.

A merging of the clouds, making its own kind of drama! Hey, you!! Look to the sky!! I couldn't resist using this shot today, but, it is only because when I see clouds like that, I don't hang around to see if they will sit pretty while I take a picture.

I am still amazed by the sight. Flying through the clouds. I love the crazy clouds, dancing on the wings at takeoffs - which are sometimes called condensation clouds, sometimes vortex clouds. Whichever term you use, it is still a cool sight. When you get up and away, they settle down to dreamy-looking skies, as I stare out of my window, I have to wonder if I am the only one amazed at this sight. I look around and can see that so many have lost that wonder of it all and I can only hope to never reach that spot. It is so much a part of life, there is no awe in these seemingly impossible wonders. When I was a kid, I used to wonder why they didn't fall out of the sky, although, I was very grateful when mine didn't as I boarded a plane with my family, heading off on an adventure.

The splendor of the day vanishes into the sunset. Is it any wonder that they came up with such descriptive words for the close of the day?

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot