Some Great Plains supercell scenes simply take one’s breath away, rendering a primal sense of simultaneous smallness and awe in the face of the Creator’s artistic fluidity. Even as I could explain most of this scientifically, that left-brain logic took nothing away from the deeply appreciative, immersive wonderment of the moment on the other side. Shortly after sunset, variably filtered light panted warm and cool hues transitionally, throughout the intricately textured skyscape, as the lingering inner low-pressure circulation forced air upward through stable zones. The period around sunset, when the boundary layer starts to cool markedly, can be great for wild supercell layering. I remarked aloud, “Mothership deck two, Kelvin and Helmholtz are aboard!”, in reference to the wavy formations above the lowest tier.
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