The Cape of Storms... echoes the way... I feel... inside
Wasn't that the way it went? Well, no, it's "the pain" not "the way"
I spontaneously was reminded.
Home sweet home. Sitting there, having no idea of things going on.
You don't realize how strong the wind is blowing, until you notice that the curtain has been sucked outside, and you feel a slight drag.
Getting up to close the window in the bathroom to stop that drag, you pass the kitchen window -
The sky is lightning up.Hypnotized I stepped into the room and walked over to the huge, overlooking window, stared outside. Opening the window for some reason, having to press against it to keep it shut. Unable to move. Only staring.
Trees buffeted by the wind, bent in angles...
Flash after flash, small ones, huge ones, white, yellow, blue, purple ones.
I love the huge purple one.
It almost seems as if there were pixies in the sky, and each of them had their own lightning... flashing as if they'd talk to each other, sing, a concert in canon.
Shivers up and down my back.
A feeling as if being scared, though in reality, there's scarcely anything I would have wanted to do more than go outside.
I love you, sky.