Bringing the trash cans up from the street this morning, there was a thin line of clouds filling in the Cajon pass, their tops just below the rim of The Mesa (I think you can just catch a glimpse of them along the the lower left edge), but everything else in sight just a crystal clear, blue dome – except for this one, tiny, little cloud.
No clue what might be down that way to trigger a bit of air pressure differential of a plume of dust for the clouds to use as nucleates. Nothing off in that direction other than the high school, the Palmdale Bypass railroad tracks, and the freeway.
Mysteries, man!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 