I live on the side of a woodsy hill so I don't really get a good view of the sky until about 3/4 of a mile into my trip down the hill toward the river. This morning I hit it at exactly the right time; it was literally stunning. I caught a glimpse through the trees and just exclaimed, out loud, "whoa...". Then at the bottom of the hill I stopped my car (it's a country road, not heavy traffic), put on my flashers and got out to snap some pictures.
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