A Tactile Life: Tempest

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


The sun is intense. The air is thick. I can feel the absence of breeze in my soul. My breath begins to even after the long climb. The sky beats blue, white, and yellow overhead. Off to the west, at the horizon, a storm is evolving. Lightning crackles from behind the gray. I do not want to take... Sign in to see full entry.

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