a swarm of grape-dark clouds moved quickly to fill the big skies tonight, bringing with it a great broodimg storm of lightning lurking in its deep recesses. there is a power and majesty to be found in such storms once you relegate your fear to more sensibly feared events. i found myself out driving the old ford truck down lonely back roads, stopping from time to time simply to absorb the violent beauty of the lightning and to listen to the rollimg grumble of the thunder. hours passed in awe and wonder before i turned toward home and the soft, warm comfort of my bed and the loving snuggles of the saint and her drowsing cat.
there is a part of me that lives for these moments...
namaste'
Wow... what an incredible photograph. A lovely little story-snippet as well.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling exactly.
ReplyDeleteWe've had some soul shakers here in GA recently. I've lived here since 93 and this spring is the first time I've been impressed by a southern thunderstorm..In the Hudson Valley I called them "High, wide and handsome"
ha! "high, wide and handsome"! i like that!
Deletegrape clouds, gorgeous
ReplyDeleteAghh, I needed a dose of poetry my friend. Moody skies and snuggles. Life is good.
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and such poetry i can only imagine unfolding on the mountainside you call home, too!
Deleteyes...moody skies and snuggles do make for a lovely life!
what beauty you have captured in your photograph, your words, your experience. Thank you for sharing it.
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