I'm waiting for a storm. They say it's on the way this evening, approaching from the west, the first proper storm of the autumn. Since my flat overlooks the west sea I'm expecting the gale to hurl itself against my balcony windows very soon. I will see it coming.
If only that were the case with all the storms of life.
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Yes, if only . . .
I suppose that storms are universally appealing to people with minds as free and thoughts as tumultous. Must say I envy your view.
Storms are exhilararting and scary at the same time. Even the ones that only rage inside one's head.
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