I usually don't mind the clouds. I actually kind of like
the clouds. But once in a while I'd kill for a clear night.
Once Mr. B and I were camping at the beach on a brilliantly clear, spectacularly dark, moonless night and you could see the milky way in all of its dazzling glory. The longer you looked the more you could see and we were both too hypnotized to quit looking. We stared for hours. It made me feel like the happenstance of my very existence was a freaking miracle.
I want Mo to see/feel/understand that so I keep an eye out for the right conditions but haven't had any luck.
I love to look at the sky.