Tree Dances with Cloud

After yesterday's sordid dip into ego, hubris, politics and failure, back to the real world.
This caught my eye today, as the sun dipped and the light turned orange pink. By the time I'd whipped out the camera, it had slipped back to bluish tones, but I liked it still. 

“The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be?- it is the same the angels breathe.” 
- Mark Twain