I believe I have already posted these pictures of when the sky was half light and half dark. Do you see the profile of a face here?
But what I didn't post was what came right after. The rains in the distance. My mom could smell rain coming. Can you?
“There’s an element of suspense in the air. The air is charged and dense… There’s always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.”