Out here in the Terrible High Desert™, winter likes to try to sneak back in this time of year, especially if it sees you trying to stretch that firewood. I should have known better, I’m probably responsible. A little of that cheapo bullshit goes a long way. At any rate, those long blue-gray descending plumes are snow. They’d look white if they weren’t in shadow.
Looking at this now, a little after midnight, it’s like the clouds are burning—as if anything would with twenty-eight degrees outside and a little bit of snow. (We sure are glad it’s spring.) There was something going on up there, though, with all that wind and water vapor in the sun. What a dynamic sky.