Many a time when I’m stuck in traffic, I look up and name the sky by its characteristics. With the rain storms we've been having recently, I've been calling it a Mottled Sky--the clouds have been bubbly mixes of charcoal and pale grays. Some past afternoons, as the sun is setting, the color of the sky is painted with light blues, smoky pinks and iridescent purples. These times, I named it an Eye Shadow Sky. My favorite is a Jazz Sky—that involves fluffy, cottony clouds and a sparkling azure sky. I came up with this name a few years back completely by accident. On our weekend drives before our son was born, my husband and I couldn't agree on a radio station. My preference was (and still is) Smooth Jazz, like Spyro Gyra or the Rippingtons . My husband believes there are two kinds of music to listen to while he’s in the car: Country and Western-- take your pick! Though Country Western music is not my first choice, I do enjoy it; however, my husband thinks Smooth...