It was later than it was supposed to be when we finally hit the road toward San Diego. As the evening turned dusk, I admired the desert scenery of southern Utah.
"Look, Wendell," I said as I gestured out the window. "I'm sure it's just water from sprinklers of some farmer watering his crops, but look at how beautiful that mist is rising above the field against the darkness of the mountains."
"Mmm," Wendell agreed. "It is pretty."
Moments later a pick-up truck rumbled by on a frontage road. In it's wake, the beautiful translucent cloud hung in the air.
"Ahh..." Wendell and I breathed in unison with the awe that one experiences watching fireworks, "duuust...."