The expression ‘It’s a perfect day there’s not a cloud in the sky’ never made sense to me. I recall hearing it repeated endlessly when describing the morning of September 11, 2001. I distinctly remember the thought crossed my own mind when I was walking the streets of Manhattan that morning on the way to the office. And we all know that day was anything but perfect.
Shifting gears, I believe the expression is discriminatory. I love clouds and believe they bring more character to the sky. I enjoy looking up and seeing the various formations and how they softly shift in the open air. Having a sunroof in my car gives me visual stimulation. The past couple of days I was rolling around with the sunroof open, which is usually unheard of this time of year in the DC area. So, I decided to do a red light sunroof photo shoot; every time I got caught at a red light I’d look up and snap a shot. Simple. Easy breezy. And actually, kind of perfect to me.