So wonderful that I kept watching without taking photographs for at least an hour.
Our revels now are ended: These our actors -As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air;And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. ~ The TempestMammatus clouds are a rare sight
Ach, Prospero.Indeed, they are. At least in and around Seanhenge.