#black clouds

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The weather in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was feeling decidedly capricious. The weather birds had told Algy that the sun would shine, and they were not entirely wrong, but they were certainly not entirely right, for huge black clouds kept sweeping in from across the Atlantic on a surprisingly bitter wind, and from time to time there were sudden drenching downpours of water mixed liberally with ice…

For much of the morning, therefore, the sun was obscured, but when it did burst out from behind the edge of a cloud, Algy observed that the light was a great deal stronger than it had been. Deciding to take a brief light bath before the next cloudburst, Algy hopped up into an old elder bush and let the light wash over him, although he had to turn his head away from the sun to avoid being blinded. As he observed the light sparkling on the stems of the bushes around him, Algy heard the faint distant chime of an old clock in his assistants' house nearby, and was suddenly reminded of a pleasing but somewhat enigmatic poem :

It's like the light, – A fashionless delight It's like the bee, – A dateless melody. It's like the woods, Private like breeze, Phraseless, yet it stirs The proudest trees. It's like the morning, – Best when it's done, – The everlasting clocks Chime noon.

The Israelites in the Red Sea

Artist: Nicolas Poussin (French, 1594-1665)

Date: n. d.

Medium: Oil on canvas

Portrait of Louisa Montagu, Viscountess Hinchingbrook, Later Countess of Sandwich (1781-1862), Full-Length, as Hope

Artist: Sir Thomas Lawrence and Studio (English, 1769-1830)

Date: 1804

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Property of La Salle University

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