On Friday the eighth afternoon of July at around 19:00, I faced east on the western shore of Lake of the Isles, listening to Feathers. The low sun cast intense and horizontal on everything in my view, as it always does there, turning the opposite shore into a 3-D illusion in greens.

Above the trees floated a massive range of cumulus mountains, tinted with the lightest peach. Bridging their bulbous summits ran (I swear to God) a long road, thin, smooth, and opaque.

Having no camera or pencil, I stared. In complete awe, I tried to etch the epic scene into my memory. I had never before seen a living painting of such grandeur, subtlety, and contrast of forms.

As I stared, I noticed the mountains slowly rising, but the bridge remained still. One of the titanic puffs collided with the bridge, which stretched over the top of the puff, forming a gauzy cap! I could not believe the animation I was witnessing. The astounding physical properties of mist!

Eventually, the round cumulus peak broke through the stretched cloudgauze, which then surrounded that peak like Saturn's rings.

Did anyone else see this?!