This weekend, the haze over the Blue Ridge mountains got so thick that when I looked at it from miles away down the road, it looked like it was fixin' ta rain. The sky above me was clear as anything, though a much darker, deeper blue than usual. But ahead it looked almost purple, and very thick. I hope you know what I mean when I say the air looked thick, because it's an incredible sight. Just as when the air looks so thin it's almost not there (can you imagine if air just wasn't there at all? I mean, we can't really see it, but there is *something* there.) it's so noticible to someone like me that it nearly blows me away.

At any rate, the haze was very, very thick this weekend.

But today, it's almost gone again. Just as quickly as it came.

The sky behind the mountains looks almost white. The mountains make a crisp outline against the backsky, and you could even see some trees on the mountains even though they're over an hour away. I love living in a place surrounded by mountains.