pollen - Last spring I camped in one of my favorite places. Beautiful brookie creek on one side and luscious green butterfly-filled meadows on the other. All I had to do, was turn my head 90°. Early, still iffy, but it all worked out fine. The pine trees were smoking like I had never seen before. The pollen built up so fast our windshields became bright chartreuse in a few hours. I tried making pigment - but the surface was too fragile. Evening came and as the sky darkened, occasionally I thought I noticed something at the edges of the fire light. But I couldn't pin it down. Until, I had to pee, turned away from the fire, and flipped on my new high tech LED flashlight. It was so startling I dropped it. The wind had come up just a bit - nothing serious. But the intense light had suddenly illuminated a moving wall of pollen. It looked solid.

An invisible blizzard, suddenly visible.