"I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills" . . .
We were driving home today after a dentist appointment (oh joy - another root canal) and I saw a solitary cloud in the otherwise dusty, calima-laden sky. So naturally the above poem popped into my mind - a lonely cloud.
But just a cotton-pickin' minute . . . wasn't Wordsworth an Englishman? I mean - how often do the skies over England only contain ONE cloud?