Chasing the Bandon "Keyhole"

At exactly 5:42 PM, it happened. The "heavy" clouds didn't vanish, but they fractured.

A narrow slit opened right at the horizon line, and the sun poured through like molten gold. For five minutes, the world turned into a high-contrast dream. The sea stacks, which had looked like dull gray monoliths all day, suddenly became towering guardians of light.