The haze around the moon isn't clouds, it's the dust that's hanging in the air. It's my favorite time of year, Harmattan, when the dust falls almost as fast as the snow in Illinois, and it really is a dry heat. It's a great time of year-not hot, between harvest and planting, so people have free time. Between my Tupperware and my XXXL Ziplocs I finally have a way to keep the dust off the most important stuff, so I can just enjoy half the Sahara desert blowing in and cooling me off. I love Harmattan!
