The Bride of Frankenstein yawns.

Directly out my window, there is a giant white cloud that looks like the Bride of Frankenstein in profile, raising a hand to her mouth. And not the gross Kenneth Branagh version, either. The perfect 1935 Elsa Lanchester bride, darkly beautiful and a bit comical. The clouds keep moving though. The profile has changed just enough that Elsa Lanchester is rapidly becoming Marge Simpson.

The city is beautiful today.