I wandered lonely as a cloud
That float on high o'er vales and hills,
I first read these lines years ago in the stacks of the library, stirring the dust of old poems.
Then I couldn't stop looking at the clouds.
What do they see?
What stories do they tell?
Now is the hour of spring. The perfect cloud watching season.
For this exercise, take your notebook outside and watch the clouds. (Hint: I'd wait for those shape-shifting cumulus clouds - the ones with lots of blue between.)
Stretch your back out along the warm earth, (Yes! 'Tis spring!)
Note what you see.
The clouds change fast, so you have to pay attention!
Watch the images morph and the story unfold before you.
Happy writing, and happy cloud-watching.