A bit tired of a hot and humid day, the umpteenth in a row, I am casting around for something that would make my heart soar. Something wonderful. As I turn left and right, between trees I spot a cloud sailing past. A cumulus cloud, to be exact. “Yes,” I can almost hear myself, “that’s what I’ve been looking for!” The truth be told, there are few things as wonderful as a billowing, towering, and boisterous cloud.