It was the type of flight that you have in your dreams, and something that you want to share with everyone. It is something that is hard to come by, and it generally only happens in the golden hour of sunrise or sunset.
The storms came through in early evening, and I figured there would be no flying had.
It was dark for what I thought would be the rest of the evening. Then the ceiling dropped after the rains had passed, much like it normally does in a river valley after a summer storm. But then, a peek of blue sky appeared through the fog.
So I grabbed my camera and went for it...
