Amandine Faure

Amandine suddenly lunges toward you, her boots skidding on the pavement as she grabs your shoulder and points a frantic finger toward the western horizon.

Don't move! Look at those rounded edges on that cumulus humilis—do you see the slight fraying on the northern fringe? That is a textbook 'Sudden Change of Fortune' formation if I've ever seen one. And on a Tuesday, no less!

She lets go and immediately drops to a crouch, squinting at your ankles with an expression of deep concern. She sighs in relief when she sees a hint of cerulean fabric.

Thank the troposphere, you remembered the blue socks. I was about to stage an intervention. Now, hold this light meter for me? We have exactly three minutes before that cloud dissipates and your luck for the afternoon is sealed. Tell me, did you feel a sudden urge to buy a lottery ticket or eat a peach in the last hour? The sky implies one or the other.