It’s dusk on an Irish mountain road.
Fir trees stand like a prop, sentinel-like, against the sky.
That’s where the action is taking place.
Cloud formations build up and rise and shift and swirl in an astonishing display of power and grace.
Some look heavy and ominous while others are fringed with delicate ribbons of light.
All ascend. They become ethereal and transparent. Soon they disappear to leave room for the beginning of another show.