Meant no doubt as a joke, my peer's commentary has some truth to it. Our MET instructor predicted that as pilots, we'd become somewhat obsessed with the weather, and indeed, I have certainly noticed a heightened awareness of the celestial dome myself over the past several weeks.
Today at lunch I had the opportunity to take a break from my bleak, window-less office at the University, and walk across the campus with a colleague. While she enjoyed the crisp, fall air, my eyes wandered heavenward, where I couldn't help but notice the most incredible collage of clouds: A company of altocumulus danced beneath a backdrop of wispy cirrus strands. The expanse of blue between accents of white were all the more pronounced because of the partnership of colour with which it shared the sky.
"Cloud fetish". Who knew I'd actually develop one, for real!