She Who Must Be Obeyed called me to the window this evening. “There are some interesting clouds out there,” she said. I looked. Oh yeah… very interesting! A broad line of cirrus clouds stretched across the sky, north to south, filled with wonderful detail — curves, streaks, twists — sunlit against an otherwise clear, blue sky. I grabbed my camera, stepped out to the sidewalk, and watched. The wonderful clouds changed as the minutes passed and, too soon, flattened out and dispersed.
The sky cleared for a while Sunday afternoon and evening, providing us a break in the recent long string of gray, wet, and chilly days. As the sun set beautiful cirrus clouds graced the western sky.
Though the day’s grand sunset was blocked by trees from our direct view, we did receive an extraordinary and beautiful gift. High-altitude clouds, lit by near-full sun, were bright and white while scudding along under them, low clouds were stained in rusty tones by rays of sunset-tinted light.
The sight was typically short-lived as clouds dissolved into darkness and overcast again overtook us. For a shining moment, however, the sky was filled with multi-colored clouds.
The night before last, the humidity of the past week finally blew away. The air is clear and light again and, when the clouds part, we can see lovely, deep blue sky in place of a hazy mess. This morning that deep blue sky played host to a nice display of whispy cirrus clouds. Taking an opportunity to pull into a park on during my commute, I spent a few minutes enjoying and photographing the sky with cirrus for decoration.