I love a good goosebumped coincidence. I was just saying this morning, stirred by this photo from the gifted Clifford Beshers, how one of those lines from movies growing up that pop in my head regularly is from The Big Cat (1949). Several times in the film, when Preston Foster’s character is astonished at something, good or bad, he just says, “Cloud on a mountain.” I can guess well enough, but I’ve never known exactly why he says it.

Later this morning, while Will was splashing around in a bowl of cereal and strawberries, I opened the book of poetry I’ve been slowly going through this summer and this was the very next one (italicized commentary is from Czeslaw Milosz):