Let the wind blow my hair and let the lightning strike an empty field illuminating the vastness around.
The sky is bright orange. Dust blurring the view. A storm is coming. I am excited. Elated. I walk on a maize field. No soul around, for miles. Yes the sky is changing color. A dark shade of grey swirling erratically with the crimson hues. And the crops frolicking with the wind in an euphoric dance.
There is a small deserted windmill to the right. Let the storm continue. I’ll spend the aeon here, taking in the wraith of the tempest….frenzy around and calmness inside me. This is my ecstasy, my oasis.
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