I love the threat of distant thunder.

I love the edge. The nearing.  The inevitability. There's no escape. I feel it curling from heels, rushing through my vein, pounding in my palms, my heart.  I would give you anything you asked for before the storm. Anything.

   

Anyone for tea?

I’ve decided to reopen this journal. Over the past few months all my pieces and ponderings have been kept in a handwritten diary, but now I’d like to share thoughts again.