There is a storm upon the horizon. Out to sea, wreaking havoc amongst the waves. I sit upon the beach, mesmerized. Arcs of lightning, terrible and magnificent, in an array of colors so vast, one must see to fully appreciate. The waves lap at my toes, as they did the last time I watched a storm like this. A gentle breeze cools the back of my neck. At this moment, the world seems at peace, content to simply dazzle me with the sight I have been fortunate enough to behold. However. I know the secret behind this storm. I know why it is only I that can see it. I know what it foretells. For now, I am content to sit and watch, knowing when the storm reaches the land, things will change. For the better, or worse, that remains to be seen. For the storm answers to none, and does what it will.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 01:44:48 +0000
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