Tonight, towering over my head is a vertical contrail, not produced by a jet, but thunderstorms that have been forced up into the edge of the stratosphere. Vertical stratus clouds, channeling light down through ice crystals. there are no shadows, because the light is all around us!
As the minutes turn to twenty, the sun cuts low, beneath the cloud bases making them gleam in back-light. Like a giant TV set, the world around is lit with the most infinitely large and softest source imaginable, then to top it off, highlights for definition and depth. This light may only occur on a few dozen brief moments each year, tonight it has lasted nearly half and hour. Colors of sunset are creeping in and as the time stills, even the birds seem to be watching.
As the minutes turn to twenty, the sun cuts low, beneath the cloud bases making them gleam in back-light. Like a giant TV set, the world around is lit with the most infinitely large and softest source imaginable, then to top it off, highlights for definition and depth. This light may only occur on a few dozen brief moments each year, tonight it has lasted nearly half and hour. Colors of sunset are creeping in and as the time stills, even the birds seem to be watching.
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