The Beautiful Blue Hour ⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-06-09
Always I am waiting for the few times a year when it is The Beautiful Blue Hour. Human skin glows with it’s own blue light, and the air is so thickly blue that to move is more like swimming than making contact with ground. For a moment, time slows and stretches to become The Beautiful Blue Hour.
On the Way is the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.
Rain clouds on the way home on SRA1A in North East Florida I drove through torrential rain that fell only on the highway. The rain fell so fast that it could not drain from the roadway and visibility was nil. I didn’t dare stop entirely because the water would have entered the tailpipe. But when I arrived at the sandy dirt road that’s closer to my home, it was still entirely dry. A little of that cloud burst would have been welcome to pack the sand.