Forever optimistic, like our ancestors before us, I often search the skies for hidden answers. Continually taking photographs of the expressive dome above us, I think I have too many but can’t seem to stop. Oddly, I am afraid to fly. After examination and pondering I think it’s more a case of man-made mechanical items I fear, rather than the height or space itself.
A few years ago I even went to NAV Canada in Cornwall and took a six-week course on the clouds and skies overhead. I see things in the colors and formations of the clouds and call them signs.