I think when the sky is gray and threatening to spill its wet, wet wrath upon the earth, it is a beautiful sight to behold. When you see the world covered in a ominous shadow and the branches of trees being churned in the howling gale like seaweed, there is a sense of majesty, of an awesome might swirling around you. Standing there, amidst the loud, blaring traffic, everything seems to slip away, into this little pocket of surreal-ness. All the details jumped out glaring - the shadows were moving, fluttering back and forth across the gravel path - my senses ringing with rich, new experiences - the cars, passing swiftly, their tires scratching against the asphalt harshly - everything so unreal and clear in that moment.
As I walked towards home I looked up, into the sky, watching the storm come in large, marvelous dark clouds. Leaves flew unfettered past me, in long, snaking lines on the tail of the wind, and everything seemed to stand still for a second as the beauty of it all sank into me.
Now listening to: "Beautiful" Darling Violetta, Parlour
