This one came out in the rain, bedraggled and beautiful. Maybe in the midst of water water everywhere, a bit of sweet was a change of pace. Or maybe it was the attraction to red when it seemed all else in the world was a swirling mass of greys.
|Drinks are on me!|
|Barely a cloud in the sky.|
Okay, a cloud in the sky.
|20 minutes later|
|30 minutes later|
|An hour later|
|There are a lot of myths about this sight -|
the rising souls of the dead?
Or, fog and heat streams making for mesmerizing visions?
|Thankfully, that is NOT snow!|
|A different kind of whiteout|
Moments after this, it rained again, complete with lightning and a bit of far off thunder. The temperature went from the low 70's to the 80's, back and forth until the mid-60's took over the night. I pulled out some more blankets and again wondered why I don't keep a drawer full of wooly socks up here. But I forget. And the very idea of wooly socks at home makes me sweat. Maybe I'll remember one day, or maybe I'll just have to keep making plans to get home before my feet freeze, at least until I turn on a heater.
Have a twirling Tuesday. Do something tiptappingly.