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I love those precious minutes before a summer storm. The wind becomes urgent and demanding. The evening light turns an apocalyptic shade of amber. The leaves, tittering and anxious, expose their bellies to the sky.

Sometimes nature delivers on this promise of violence. Other times it winks and retreats, leaving me restless and distracted. Tonight the skies teased and left me lingering back by the screen door, waiting, unfulfilled.

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Awaiting the Storm
June 2005