Not exact matches
Once it was when from the summit of a
high mountain I looked over a gashed and corrugated landscape extending to a long convex of ocean that ascended to the horizon, and again from the same point when I could see nothing
beneath me but a boundless expanse of white
cloud, on the blown surface of which a few
high peaks, including the one I was on, seemed plunging about as if they were dragging their anchors.
I'm not there yet, David... those
clouds are still
high up and restricting my view... be hopeful as in your drawing the
clouds are
beneath you and the branch / tree isn't bending
This produced a bulge of water several meters (feet)
high beneath the base of the storm
clouds.
«I think it's pretty staggering that you can be in a jet flying fast and
high above the
clouds, looking past the mountains to the city below you and then hit eject and parachute out over the map, seeing the world sprawled out
beneath you and knowing the level of detail that exists across everything you can see.»
The first diagram shows by way of a broken green line the undulation in tropopause height band if you look at the green arrows in the
cloud to the left that lateral flow corresponds with my diagram but I extend the flow downwards
beneath the distorted tropopause to the top of the adjoining subsidence column which is actually situated off to the right of this picture which focuses on frontal disturbances between low and
high pressure cells rather than on the relationship between the low and
high pressure cells themselves.
The latter has precipitation falling from it and represents net dissipation of that part of the
cloud with
higher pressure at the ground than
beneath the ascending section.
Downward convection
beneath high pressure cells (half the atmosphere at any given moment) warms the surface by inhibiting convection and increasing transparency by dissipating
clouds (a greenhouse roof is transparent and prevents convection).
In the distance below,
beneath drifting
clouds, sprawled 2 - mile -
high La Paz, a growing city that survives on the water running off the shoulders of these treeless peaks.
But the real issue was... did you get kind» a
high dude from those glue vapours, as they increasingly permeated, then got hoovered as you panicked, up into your nostrils like some magic mushroom
cloud being drawn to craneal infinity by an unwilling recipient in need of fresh air regardless of what was transpiring right
beneath your olfactory probiscus member of middle - aged facedom?