I stand barefoot by the ocean's edge, my feet sinking slowly, being sucked beneath the surface of the cool, wet sand.
I am planted there.
Head tilted back... watching Mother Nature's lightshow, I see
enormous mounds of gray cotton batting clouds, only momentarily visible as they are back-lit by silent, random flashbulbs.
The low breeze around me is suddenly cooler.
The sand wrapping my feet is now warmer than the air.
I stretch my arms out as far as they will reach just as the first drum rolls of thunder pound my ears.
Slightly swaying with the breeze, I can feel the deep vibration moving through me... around me... and away.
Being the tallest object on the beach in a thunderstorm and living to write about it... priceless!
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that is beautiful.
ahhhh....
And on other days, having it strike, to see thru the tunnel of light, to change existences, to step thru the veil, seems a dream to good to come true.
No rush.......
...just ready.
I hope.
Very, very nice. You write such emotional pieces. BRAVO!
I can actually feel you standing there.
loria - thank you, dear lady. Nice to see you here again!
k - oh yessssss.
k.d.zu - the hope of peace that isn't here right now? Don't give up on this life yet, dear man.
Mick - nature is there to help us feel...dontcha think? Thank you!
eotr - can you, really? Excellent!
Priceless, indeed.
Jim - stimulating, to say the least.
CRAZY WOMAN! GET OUT OF THE WHEN THE STORM'S RISIN'!
Then again, WOW!
No! Lightnin' ain't got no poetic heart, dear.
Get out the water!
But, still......
WOW!
(I think I can almost smell the smells, feel the crackle as you write the words...)
(wow)
aw Boneman - you have been missed!
So glad you're back... and am also glad you like what I wrote. Never fear... I am safe.:)
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