It rained all day and threatened to persist through the afternoon. Halfway through our runners’ workout, the clouds started to break. Still, I thought, it would be too late to catch any light on the mountains. As we stretched, damp, cold, and tired from the run, I still didn’t think the light would make it. And yet, as I drove home, I knew there was a chance for something special; I deviated from my route and found something to stick in the foreground. Ultimately, the clouds opened just enough to let through a bright glow after the sun had gone dipped below the mountains, highlighting the clouds. Before the light could get really red, the fog rolled back in, completely obscuring everything but the lake and trees in front of me. Still, I was pretty pleased with the tranquility of this scene. March 2021.