Storm-observing days don’t necessarily end after the storms, or in the day. We soaked in the sweet-earth aroma of rain-soaked dryland prairie, the last diurnal birds singing their roosting songs, as fresh, cool breezes carried the scent of rejuvenation across the landscape. Twilight remnants of sunset light cast aglow the high clouds trailing the storms, punctuated by fading golden hues of the rising moon diffused by thinner cirrus. Another magical Montana moment thus passed.
3 NNW Glasgow MT (18 Jun 16) Looking SE
48.2306, -106.6576