Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day.
Donald G. Mitchell (a.k.a "Ik Marvel"), American author (1822-1908)
Since the winds have finally settled, farmers are able to burn the stubble of their harvested fields with relative safety and so the landscape becomes bathed in a soft smokey haze, creating a sleepy atmosphere on this quiet day of rest.
The smoke also intensifies the colours of Ra's departure over the mountain as seen from my rooftop perch.
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