An evening ferry ride
A suggestion of mist lies like a soft white glow above the water, lit by the last dying rays of the sun filtered through a thick layer of clouds. Off in the distance the mountains loom, only a dimly perceived outline in the distant fuzzy gloom hinting at their monstrous implacability.
The clouds lit from above by the sun, with a sun so low the world under is in shadow. The clouds with hints of bright yellow at their edges, and in a few thin places warm red shines through from above like the lava under slowly cooling rock.
Our craft passes over the water, raising deep hackles of protest in an otherwise gently rippled calm.