... I love the swirling energy the air seems to be charged with moments before a storm; the distant rumbling of far off thunder, the quickening breeze and the dramatically darkening sky. Most especially, though, the way the leaves on a tree turn over to reveal their porous side in preparation of receiving a drink. The contrast of vibrant green leaves against the tumultuous grey sky are hues that represent, in my mind, a change on the wind. Even the birds sense it; they stop singing.
...all this uncharacteristic emotional out pouring, as of late, has been quite unbecoming. Regularly scheduled blog programing will resume as normal.