i don't believe in storms unless the clouds spell it out for me. shadows cast on mountains conforming, twisting, tightly, along rock formations. there is a meaning behind shades of darkness that only nature understands.
when i am down here a gust across the lake whispers in my ear. a harmonic tune with screechy seagulls, who want something more than promises of bad weather.
i am but a spectator. nature fights, but they must still be at peace. mountains flourish, witnessing, i don’t believe in storms unless it’s happening.
-Writing on Waves
When there are peaceful times, it’s easy to get comfortable. It’s easy to miss the signs of a coming storm.
Golden opportunities favour preparation.
We just have to keep thinking ahead, even during the times you flourish and feel at ease.