The moody sky continues to brood; the snow within still a distant dream.  The earlier dusting is ethereal and thin, like my breath in the crisp air…here for a moment, then gone.
Geese fly through a cold winter sky.  There’s a hush in the air.  The grey clouds are heavy, laden with snow, but yet it resists the Fall.   I wait, watching, anticipating it’s arrival, but only the wind touches my face.  I can feel winter’s cold hand. It grazes my cheek, but will not wrap me in its white robes, will not envelop me with its embrace.  I have been here waiting, from the sun’s bright ascent to the close of the day, but it does not fall.  Winter’s snow holds back from me, like a reticent sparrow, peeking from the trees, unmoving yet aware, unsure of my intentions, though I offer only love.
Tried to capture this unusual effect of light and ice crystals in the sky. Â Â The images aren’t the best as I was a passenger in a car at the time. Â Â Took these out of the window. Â Â I’ve since learned that this phenomena is called circumhorizontal arc or “fire rainbow”. Â Â At least, that is what it appears to be. Â It is hard to covey the full effect with these photos, as the clouds were in constant motion. Â I did question the circumhorizontal arc theory because cirrus clouds don’t seem to be involved. Â They looked far more like cumulus or stratocumulus clouds. Â Maybe this effect is simply “cloud iridescence”. Â Not sure how to tell. Â Regardless of what it is called, it was truly beautiful and a lovely way to end the day.
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