The natural weather system in the San Juan / Salinas valleys sees ocean moisture barreling inland come early evening.
Fingers of fast-moving clouds lay over the land; settle in; blankets of moisture, comfort for a dry land.
Dragon cloud slinking through a deep cut in the mountains.
Early morning saw me heading for Freemont Peak with hopes of capturing the aura of the pastures of heaven.
Not disappointed, certainly enraptured by a magical land high above the clouds.
Mountaintops poking out above a valley shrouded in a sea of clouds, looking like islands in the sky.
My spirit goes dancing on this soft, fluffy, white stuff of the ethereal.
Special places everywhere. Some are easy to leave; some not. This one keeps a piece of my heart.
Ever Grateful ~ Annie