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It was wild, it was fierce, the wind and rain pelted viciously against the window, there was nothing to do but wait.

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Thunder rumbled across the angry sky, I could feel the shuddering of the wooden floor in the little cabin, as the storm picked up its tempo.  Across the bay I could see lights flickering along the shoreline. Everything was blurred by an almost solid curtain of falling rain. A loud staccato filled the air, a sharp piercing light filled the sky as yet another bolt of lightning shot across towards the distant shore.

Suddenly there was quiet, the lights across the bay had all gone out.  It was silent, and it was black.

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The all-encompassing passion of the storm had passed.  Where before, the rage, the immediate explosion of emotion had grabbed all of my attention.  Now I was alone again with my thoughts. For a time I had fed on the energy that surrounded me, now it was time to listen to the quiet.

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Such is life.  Each day is a new beginning.  How you handle each circumstance that appears before you, will determine the outcome. Storms are necessary to clear the air .. storms return balance to an atmosphere that has become toxic.  Life is for living.  No more…. No less….

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

Comments on: "a story" (1)

  1. velcro2424 said:

    Great combination …words and pictures. Very well done!

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