I walked to my car with a coworker, Cam. When we got to the fifth floor of the parking structure (one of my favorite places in the world), he said, “Whoa, look at those clouds!”
They were bubbly, frothy pink clouds foaming up over the mountain ridges to the east.
“Cumulonimbus,” I said automatically.
“Why am I not surprised that you know that?” he asked, laughing.
I shot him a look. “Don’t be impressed; I only know it because of Sesame Street.”
And sometimes, even a kids show can make an adult smarter.
small life, slow life 