Love when a thunderstorm starts to roll in. I'm not always crazy about the results, but that looming darkness and eerie wind and the quietness plays with the mind and the senses, and I dig it. Outside my window right now, there's a storm brewing, inching ever closer from the West. It doesn't look violent (yet), but it looks ominous and full of potential. I tend to like things that have potential, that pose to make a mark. Let it come.
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