Rica reminded me about something interesting that happened today. During the three hours we were at the party (which is short considering that the greeting and the ending take half to a full hour let alone the actual party in between) I stayed in the outside balcony for about half an hour just watching. The viewpoint of the city from the balcony was wonderful and was complimented further by the lightning show down in that area.
The clouds were the most intriguing aspects of the evening. Driving to the party (when the clouds began to gather) the sky was more or less white-grey with patches of aquamarine blue sky coming through the holes in the clouds. By the time I go outside to look at clouds, a massive dark-grey thunder cloud had settled over the entire city. If I looked straight up I could see the whisps of lighter clouds swirling and moving in a near funnel formation. I half expected one to come down and strike unholy terror on the city... but that's highly unlikely.
The colors were, as she put it, exquisite. One could start at the few patches of open sky left, move to the rays of sunlight making the whispy clouds ochre. As the clouds condensed further, the orange hue changed to the menacingly dark grey. But, if one peered across the valley over where the cloud had completely covered downtown, the clouds and general land area was a deep navy blue.
I could never live blind. I need moments like that.
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