A sky-watcher pauses at the window, finger tracing the outline of a cloud. They do this not out of boredom but habit. The moment stretches. Light softens. A private checklist runs through the mind—clearness, humidity, a hint of wind. It is a small ritual. It signals belonging.Those who love looking at the sky share shorthand gestures and tiny pleasures. They point out a peculiar cloud shape with a...More