Nature Journal 2


I live in the Tom Brown/ Pete Wright buildings of TCU’s campus and in the common building in the center of the apartments (where the clocktower is located) there is a secret balcony. Well, I at least say it is a secret because I have never seen anyone up there in my three and a half years here on campus. However, that is the very spot that I went to today. I went up there to watch the clouds, something that I had not done since my childhood and I figured that the seclusion of the balcony accompanied by its relatively high placement would render it an opportune spot for the activity.
            I do not the exact amount of time that I sat alone on that balcony just staring into the sky (likely anywhere for thirty minutes to an hour) but then again neither did the clouds. They just kept on floating up there carefree and boundless. They were rather high up as clouds go, I believe cirrus is the proper term. They were light and wispy and not very good for identifying and certain or shapes in. They were simply what they were. They were just clouds arranged in a sort of polka-dot, knit blanket across the sky. Everything seemed so still, and yet if I were to turn my gaze in order to look at another cloud, even for three of five minutes, something strange would occur. The original clouds would have moved; they no longer were in the same spot they had been for so long before. Such is the fleeting nature of the cloud, such unseen movement and static change. Because, to describe a cloud is to describe a moment.




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