Tuesday, November 17, 2015


weather shifts, moves in and out of gear, unpredictable. i watch a howling wind bending the trees in my garden to snapping point, i have to take a step backwards and brace myself as they threaten the fabric of mission control. the tall tiger grass swirls around in anger even the gentle palms are swaying violently, old fronds flap and fall. it's a sea storm, i think as i take the wheel and batten down the hatches, waiting it out.
next it's sunshine, blue skies appear, birds emerge with songs from a disney cartoon and even pan bathes in the sunlight like a tired old beast who's found peace at last. the atmosphere is truly schizophrenic. 

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