Breathing clouds

According to the people who know, clouds are not fluffy duvets in the sky that you could roll around on for hours, if only you could get up there. They are just swirling patterns of condensed water vapour.

So they say, when warm, moist air rises into the atmosphere, it hits currents of cooler air. This causes the water droplets to condense and create white puffy shapes that look like cats' faces and trailing blankets, dragged along the sky by invisible celestial toddlers. Well, at least that's true for those clouds that look like the kind of thing angels and Greek gods would sit on.

Today I was pottering down the road, thinking about nothing much, and my breath was making smoky funnels in front of my face as I walked. Then it hit me, I was breathing clouds. As the warm moist air came out of my mouth, it hit the colder air around me and condensed into momentary cloud shapes, before joining all the rest of the air - or perhaps rising to meet the other clouds in the sky and add a tiny comma to their plump shapes.

And don't think that because they only last for a few seconds before floating apart that breath clouds are not real clouds. Apparently even the big ones have an average lifespan of only 30 minutes anyway. It's all the confirmation I needed to believe that I am indeed a force of nature. Thor, make way.