The Longest Storm
There was a big thunderstorm in the night, starting at around 00.00. I thought the lightning was the brightest I'd ever seen - like it was day for a second.
I turned off all the lights, pulled up the blinds, opened the window and just watched for a while.
It felt like a good place to start.
The orange street lamp light played along the wet power lines, making them look alive. A guy shouted something somewhere. He sounded scared but far too distant.
I felt the urge to catch a bit of the storm to keep for myself so I grabbed a glass and held it out into the night. The air was cold and electric and the wind blew the rain into my face.
I wanted to sit out on the sill and be in the middle of it all for a moment but the desk won't hold my weight and I've been such a coward lately.
But my head feels better and I think my heart does too.
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Brave the storm!
Nice little moment. Good to see you again.
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