Cloud Dragon

The Cloud Dragon shaped of vapor is always airborne. He writhes about the sky alternately vengeful in a furious black-gray squamous patchwork, or peacefully detached in buoyant fluffed down as white as porcelain. Tonight for me (he sees my camera and must make a scene) he whips his tail around to the East to catch the warmer colors in the light over the land while a foo dog pup head left lays in the west on his shoulder. Dragon has just caught pearl. And it radiates near his head with the enlightenment of my gratitude.

If we continue to have rain at sundown, you - my dedicated viewers - are going to see a lot like this. My blip on the 21st was the same sort of thing just with less of the place reference a horizon adds. And a lot less rhetoric filled with Chinese mythology.