What can be more beautiful than sharing a dinosaur in the clouds? I'm stunned by the pleasure of that.

I saw a brontosaurus. I pointed it out to a student I passed on the sidewalk. The brontosaurus seemed happy to be itself, for a few seconds, before it morphed into a nameless mass of darker cloud and then disappeared all together. That student seemed happy with it too.

I wonder how many dinosaurs are there to be seen that I don't notice because I'm too busy with ordinary matters to take time to have my head in the clouds.