OK, the day before, and well into this day's morning, we had heavy spraying . . . this a funny sky, for such low humidity, and warm dry conditions. I felt I should've heard Angels singing, Y'know, the shafts of light . . .
|see how thick the air is?|
|nice one . . . looks like an alien ship landing, heh, heh|
|angry RED EYE of an evening Sun|
|REALLY THICK AIR, EH?|