I love the sounds of words perhaps as much as the nuances of their meanings. Below is a journal entry from a year ago:
Simpering, sentimental, sedentary cirrus. Cold crotchety climbing cumulus.
Confrontational, colossal cornucopia of cranky cumulonimbus. Naïve, nifty
nimbus. Struggling, strife-ridden stratus. Sycophantic sissified cirro-cumulus.
Yeah. OK. So the last one was reaching a bit.