As the sun sank lower the temperature dropped. The cloud cover had kept the air relatively warm like a blanket, but now in the fading light and with the majority of the clouds gone, the warmth escaped as the cold tightened it's grip. I became aware of each finger and toe while the chill worked its way to my bones as I was swallowed up by the shadow of the mountains. Ironically, as the air grew colder the light became warmer as the surrounding peaks began to glow pink and so did the embracing clouds.
(my blue tent is just left of the middle of the photo)