Humid and warm, not quite sultry, a heavy feel to the air. Big old oak trees block half the sky, lightning bugs flickering underneath. Massive clouds overhead, eerily visible in momentary flashes, backlit by sheet lightning, shape and depth and color momentarily revealed, again and again, each time different, each time fantastic. Forgotten in the beauty is the oppressive heat of the day: summer in the east at its best.
Oh yes, and bats, flying through the dusk in eternal herky jerky pursuit of insects.
Note: this was originally posted on ketches, yaks & hawks 26 June 2009
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Exactly!
Note: originally submitted by Bobbi, 9 July 2009
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