The sun's rays caught the dust in the gallery. It looked like mist, not light. He stepped and watched the particles' eddies and currents swirl, affected by his movement for only a moment before taking their own course once again. -------
The vivid horizon stood crisp against the sky, the hills and peaks sharp, the cumuli perfect. The middle distance was hazy, wrinkled with heat and lazy dust and the odd flotsam in the air that floats indefinitely throughout summer in the country.