Weird Clouds

Went to Huntly on Monday to see ‘The Odyssey’ again.  It is a bum-numbing almost three hours, but I wanted to rewatch the Circe scene and experience that soundtrack again.  This is a big screen movie, so all those millions allegedly watching on X, missed a treat, big time.  While in Huntly, bought a book about Rhynie.  A mystical area of Scotland, with geology found nowhere else on the planet.  Famous for Pictish forts and standing stones, including the ‘Rhynie Man’ - which Aberdeen City Council moved from its ancient site to a corridor in their head office.  Shortly afterwards, Aberdeen City Council went bankrupt. 

Just saying.

Went to the big Tesco for a small grocery shop; bread, milk, poison.  Do serial killers make lists I wonder.  Too risky, almost got away with it, then some busybody finds the list.  Huntly sky on Monday was very weird, probably particles from the wildfires in the Cairngorms.  The clouds were miles long, grey-blue tinged, Renaissance air of holy annunciation about them.  Waiting for something.  Like Spielberg movie-clouds before they part and show the spaceship lights descending.  They were calm-before-the-storm clouds, looking like rain, but too still somehow to condense into raindrops.  If they were a painting, acrylic paint would’ve been thickly applied, and worked smooth.  The kind described as having a ‘plastic’ quality, and people nod sagely as if that isn’t an insult to the artist. (AI thinks ‘plasticity’ in Art means making stuff from plastic bottle tops.  I repeat, we can all rest easy).  AI is actually putting me off Googling, which is a good thing.  Although sometimes a Google would spark an idea for writing, not anymore.  Wiki is there, for now, and still a rabbit-hole source of inspiration, three of four links down and you’re off.  Googling? AI ruined it.