NOW, out there, the winds rip and ring the shore like cold waves, rippling. There is a sound in the trees, the waterline that is a rushing fury, I can hear it close, and I can hear it far — out there, up above, across the sounding body of water. The air is scoured and spiced with salt — infused with oxygen.
And how I savor the storm, the splashing and roaring wonder of it all.
Storms, cast aside, let the being sense aliveness, you are there in the middle of it, and in the vitality, there’s nothing better than storms for feeling bright, energized.
And alive.
t | the northern shores
Tim
STORM WONDERMENT
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