but to the north there was a bank of cirro-cumulus, a mackerel sky, or Schaefchenwolken-"sheep cloud"-as she remembered her father calling it. For some reason he had used German when talking about clouds and sea conditions; an odd habit that she had accepted as just being one of the things he did. "The weather," he had once said to her, smiling, "is German. I don't know why; it just is. Sorry.
( Alexander McCall Smith )
[ The Uncommon Appeal of Clouds ]
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