When I was little, the road to grandma and grandpa’s went past several “cloud-making factories.” Now that I’m older I know that they were power plants but it’s still fun to think of them as cloud-making factories.
This morning on my way to work in sub-zero temperatures, EVERYTHING looked like a cloud-making factory. The cars, manholes, all the buildings – even the river! It was kind of crazy to look out across the city as I was dodging all the jerks on 75 who don’t know how to use their turn signals and see all the clouds materializing out of this little concrete jungle I call home.
As fun as it is to pretend that the buildings are spitting out clouds, I’d still rather it was warm enough that I couldn’t see any of this going on. Hurry up spring - I'm cold!