Hazy, Hot, and Humid

While driving through Walney this morning, I looked down the hill towards the little creek, now totally obscured by the verdant canopy of lower leaves. The upper leaves of the towering trees were much thinner and I could see the sun glowing through them. The light of dawn illuminated the haze of humidity that hung above that lower canopy, making it sparkle like gold dust floating in the air.

Good morning!