Just a touch after sunset, so there’s just a hint of pink still showing in with the grey. (And I’m talking about the cloud, not my skull…)
But what really struck me about this tiny little bit of aerial condensation was how it was out there hovering over West Hills.
All. By. Itself!
The sky was about 99% clear and cool, but right *there* conditions were right to start forming a cloud.
I wish it luck! I sensed that it had grand ambitions. It was going to grow up to be a thunderstorm, a cumulonimbus monster topping out at 50,000 feet, pummeling the Midwestern plains with baseball-sized hail and attacking the landscape with lightning and thunder like Thor on a three-day bender!
Truly, the sky’s the limit!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 