The wind was brutal.
I went out after my nap, a gas station had its awning brought down.
Right over the gas pumps.
Looked like a giant fell onto his knees.
There were metal signs, hanging from the power lines overhead, spinning like a drill bit.
Not a disaster.
I wouldn’t call it a disaster, just a strong wind , just a pushing of the forces that you forget are even there..
I don’t wish for anyone to be hurt.
I also like seeing the town amidst “disruption”.
Something exciting about it.
“Are you alive?”
Storm rolling through doing a pulse check..
I’ll nod.
Sure.
“Whaddup Big Swampy?”
Along came the rain and washed the spider out..
(Nothing to report)
No, nothing.
Not much.
Sinus pressure and throat soreness,swollen glands..
Misery to the 3rd power.
Not the worst..
Unafraid.
Not brave, just beyond caring..
I smeared something back there, wiped it with my hand as I walked by..
And I know it made a mark.
Beautiful or ugly, doesn’t matter. There’s something on the walls on the tunnel, it wasn’t there and then it was..
My pupils focus on far distance.
I’m not even here.
Not even a part of this.
I do enjoy a storm though.
dusk 