Many a sailor has talked about storms on the horizon, and it is often used to events about to break on the shores of the present. People will comment how calm it is, and how the storm will break soon. A calm before the storm of events. I have felt such a calm of late, not that there have been troubles, but overall things are expectant. It is as if people and well the world is holding its breath in expectation of things. This is the energy I feel of late, and I am not the only other to feel the same.Â
But the nature of storms has always interested me, they are these powerful forces, most would call them destructive. But I love them. They have a power like none other I have experienced, they lift my heart and I feel that energy deep inside of me. To mean they are not destructive, they are full of meaning, and a reminder. There are many powerful beings, even among the mortal, but even to them a storm can affect them. Very few are immune to its energy, even if it is only to take not of its presence, the storm cannot be ignored.
But there is something I often wonder, what do storms look like, do they have a form? Do they just form squares or large walls of clouds. Do they have a pattern, or a motion, how do they move? Do storms just grow in clumps, how do they gather together, or do they fall into place? I want to be able to see the storm in full, the fast clouds and rain and wind and look at it like you would a flower. From far away it would move slowly, spinning in its own breeze, gathering its own clouds. A shape caught for just moment, preserved.
It would be like...
But the nature of storms has always interested me, they are these powerful forces, most would call them destructive. But I love them. They have a power like none other I have experienced, they lift my heart and I feel that energy deep inside of me. To mean they are not destructive, they are full of meaning, and a reminder. There are many powerful beings, even among the mortal, but even to them a storm can affect them. Very few are immune to its energy, even if it is only to take not of its presence, the storm cannot be ignored.
But there is something I often wonder, what do storms look like, do they have a form? Do they just form squares or large walls of clouds. Do they have a pattern, or a motion, how do they move? Do storms just grow in clumps, how do they gather together, or do they fall into place? I want to be able to see the storm in full, the fast clouds and rain and wind and look at it like you would a flower. From far away it would move slowly, spinning in its own breeze, gathering its own clouds. A shape caught for just moment, preserved.
It would be like...
