afternoon dogs (Toronto)

Grace saw it first, as we drove west, a bright point in the cloudy sky to the right of the Sun. She thought it a rainbow. Tony quickly glanced at it. A sun dog. "Parhelia," I said. Produced by ice crystals. I had Grace check the distance. She had never heard of the measurement trick. It was more than thumb-to-pinkie. Yep. Twenty-two degrees. Then, when northbound of the 427, petting and calming Ben, I looked over my shoulder and spotted a bright one on the left. Dual dogs. Nice.