i woke up from a vivid dream this morning and one i pray that is prophetic. i was outside in a storm. no shelter. no escape. the storm swooped up quickly, but i still had time to sense its coming and brace myself. dark, murky greys, pale rain pulled by horizontal winds, the storm was epic in scale and i was suspended in the center. waiting. weathering. until the skies parted, the clouds dissolved and i had made it. in remembering back, i am surprised to note that there wasn't any dread of anticipation or relief at being on the other side of it all, just calm acceptance. the storm needed to come, but i always knew it would go again.
looking forward to some sunnier skies.
currently listening to: hoppipolla & glósóli -- sigur rós.
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