Why I love Thunderstorms!
As the world becomes white noise,
easily tuned out and trapped in
patient person-al vestibules of fear and wonder, looking upon the sky, in blinkering calculation,never tired of the quiet anticipation on the look out for that quick contrast of black and white; that lights and...
easily tuned out and trapped in
patient person-al vestibules of fear and wonder, looking upon the sky, in blinkering calculation,never tired of the quiet anticipation on the look out for that quick contrast of black and white; that lights and...