Fighting to stand still

I headed up Cadillac Mountain this evening about an hour before the sun was due to drop below the horizon, hoping for interesting light.

Clouds capped the islands of Frenchman Bay. Looking to the southeast I could see clouds forming patterns, edging folds of the mountains. Beautiful.

I moved to a slightly lower viewpoint to watch the sun drop, coloring the edges of the sky, highlighting wisps of clouds.

The wind was absolutely howling, pushing, making it very difficult to stand without moving. At the bottom of the mountain, the air was still once again.