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It’s like birding without the eye-roll reputation, like plant-ID without geographical constraints, like collecting rocks without the guilt of extraction: cloudspotting, a hobby oblivious to privilege and location.
My cloud obsession started in an unlikely way: sitting on the toilet …
Sunset marks the end of the day’s light. On some nights, the sky could light up in hues of pink and orange and maybe purple, but on others the sky could remain in a cloudy haze before the darkness takes …
June, July, August. They run together in my head: traversing mountaintops, skipping towards a yawning sunset, the electric shock to my system stepping into the snowmelt creek. Dry air and heavy head against my pillow.
For eleven weeks, I worked …
It was the last night of my O-trip where I found myself on Merritt Island’s shore, gazing at the sky and absentmindedly tracing jewels of land and pine out of the horizon. The ocean in front of me certainly felt …
