Our world is storm-bruised and a little shivery today. Wind punched through the night, an ogre of wind, ripping down trees and throwing them at houses. My roof wept into my bedroom.

No one ever said beautiful had to be gentle.


  1. truth.

    also, what a gorgeous photo!

  2. people always seem to forget that. i watched the sky night before last as it turned that tornado-y green, going darker, then lighter, and it was pretty wonderful to see, though i knew the possible violence behind it. luckily, the green dropped away and the wind calmed down, and all was well.

    this image is wonderful, and so are your words. xoxo