Three a.m. Already? It's probably not worth it. I could stay here. A glance out of the van window. Clear sky. Damn. I mean, excellent. Roll back the door, let the pre dawn in. Powering upward. Crisp air against sticky skin, nearly four. Mist boils off the lake below. Clouds gathering. Increasing, brooding, closing in. This amount is fine, better, even. A brightening above the horizon in the north east. Clouds, please stop now! But inexorably the clouds thicken and blanket, materializing impossibly, engulfing, flat-bottomed impenetrable, heavy grey, formless bulk. Shivering on the summit. A flash of pink at the horizon, impossibly bright. Then gone. Beautiful, a privilege to see even. So out of this world, yet an every day occurence, if only one can see it. But not a photograph. Onwards, upwards, then. A few more also-ran photos - this was probably the best of the bunch. But it's hard not to feel overshadowed by the anticlimax.