As I took a walk this morning the ridge line behind the farm had this huge cascade of fog pouring over it.
The fog moved in strange little waves that reminded me of a conveyor belt. Overhead a bright blue patch of sky was swathed by lower heavier clouds and to the east there were enormous "mackerel sky" patterns. The lens like opening swam and rippled and for an instant and I had the strong impression that the sky was watching me.
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