Our walk through the autumnal forest took place on a cloudless day. The sky today is a stunning blue – postcard blue. As Rachel explained The Cloud to me, she pointed sky-ward.
Netflix comes from The Cloud. And my iPhone, she says, stores pictures on The Cloud.
And when things go wrong between phone and cloud, you just wait.
It was about then, that her phone got the daily batch of text messages. There is a spot on top of that hill where Rachel gets just enough cellular coverage to fetch text messages. We pause while she scans them, then walk on. She does ask as we start down the side of the hill, how come all of these don’t come when I am on Wi-Fi in the house. I shrugged. “That’s just Apple being Apple. They don’t play well with others.”
Those text messages queued up in The Cloud waiting and hoping that Rachel would appear at the top of our hill.