During the rainy season, the sky at dusk is typically overcast and dreary, often opening itself up with drizzles and downpours. Not so on Wednesday, when we were blessed with a breathtaking start to the night.
Erin and I looked out our back window as we were setting the table for dinner and were amazed. The sky was darkening—a clear, striking blue—and on a large stretch of the horizon were white, billowy clouds. They started to rise as we watched them in wonder, but in the photo I caught the top of the mountain shyly peeking from behind.
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