The weather was supposed to be uncooperative and the sky seemed to agree. I finished some heavy work around sunset and happened to glance at the rising moon near some trees. The sun was low enough so the lower layer of even cloud cover was light grey--giving the moon a ghosted appearance. As I watched, the moving upper layers of air shifted to bright orange-pink contrails from high altitude passenger planes split around the "misted" moon. So tearing off my gloves and ignoring my sweaty condition I committed the scene to memory then a quick sketch. I finished, relaxed a bit, and the sky cleared near the moon. The second scene was as mesmerizing as the first and lasted about as long (less than a couple minutes. Stuff was already set up so I whipped up the second sketch while still amazed that I was treated to both beautiful scenes, although the sketches are not as impressive as sitting and watching the details emerge in the sky.
Moon: sketched with pencils first in both cases
Other layers: pastels
It was an excellent time.