"The cleanest expression is that which finds no sphere worthy of itself and makes one"- Walt Whitman
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Beautiful Rain Shower
Today during rehearsal the sky went from light to dark. The wind started to chill from flat and hot. It was one of the most beautiful things I ever saw, I looked up from the bench and the clouds were grey spun sugar rolling in the silver color that the sky had turned. It was like a fog machine I felt like i was incased in glass bulb that smoke was being blown into. The thunder here scares me more than it does in California. It completely surrounds you and you feel it in your body. The lighting outside my window lights up my entire room. It's haunting and I sometimes wish I wasn't alone in the house. Of course the harshest storms always happen when my roommate is gone.
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