The forecast said bright spells. The sky had other plans, and honestly it was the better show.
I like days like this more than the blue ones. The light keeps changing, the hills come and go behind the cloud, and you have the whole valley to yourself because everybody sensible stayed home.
Made it back to the car with wet socks and a full memory card. Fair trade.
That sky! You can almost hear the wind.
You could definitely hear it. And feel it.