Clouds.

My favorite weather is 68 ° and cloudy. It's probably why fall is my favorite season and why Berkeley's weather was absolutely perfect for me. As I was driving to work the other day, it had just stopped raining. I was driving slightly over the speed limit on Foresthill Road, a curvy stretch of pavement that winds through the foothills and one of the few routes out of my town towards civilization, when I noticed the rolling clouds.

They make me feel cozy, even though it's cold. They bring back memories of curling up in blankets on the floor in front of our wood burning fireplace, playing Scrabble with my mom and failing to make the cat cuddle with me. It makes me think of walking around campus, hoping that it wouldn't rain but knowing that if it did, I was prepared because, like a true Berkeley student, I always, always had an umbrella in my backpack. It makes me think that the sky is so pretty, even when it's not clear and blue. I think it's even prettier, to be honest, when its filled with clouds threatening lightning and thunder and rain. They seem to move more, and faster. They seem to have a purpose or something, shifting and heavy in the sky.

They aren't threatening. They aren't ominous. They're interesting. They're dense (literally). They're distracting as you're driving down the road, because I just want to sit and watch.