Last night there was a shift in the weather at about 11pm. I threw open all the windows and stepped out to the deck to watch the wind start pulling the trees back and forth. Listening to this song, on repeat, louder and louder, feeling as though I was standing on the brink of something terribly exciting and wild and new:
This morning it’s raining and lightning and wholly unlike any other SoCal August weather in recent memory. My plans for being out on the ocean this morning are waylaid (for awhile), but I feel sure that something else interesting will happen in the meantime…
The storm is coming but i don’t mind.
People are dying, i close my blinds.All that i know is i’m breathing now.
I want to change the world…instead i sleep.
I want to believe in more than you and me.But all that i know is i’m breathing.
All i can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing now.All that i know is i’m breathing…
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Ah, but the smell of petrichor is totally worth a bit of a delay in your ocean plans. One of my favorite smells. We’re sharing our monsoons, it seems!