...Man's little day what clouds o'ercast!
How soon his longest day is past!
All-conquering Death, in solemn date unfurl'd,
Comes, like the burning desert blast,
And sweeps him from the world.
– Thomas Love Peacock, Palmyra
There's something about overcast skies that I just love. Can't say what. But they, for some reason inexplicable, feel so much more real than clear skies do.
I'll have to return to this pic one day and de-fog it up. Also, make that tree look less like I dropped green cotton balls on some paper.
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