THE HOLIDAY STORM

There’s an epic winter storm approaching fast out of the Northern Pacific. The final destination of this great typhoon will be somewhere past, along a track of land I am occupying.

The vicious rains first turned to wet, cement like sleet. As the latitude increases wind will sweep the heavy snowflakes across the land, painting in ice over these peaks of fire.

A storm like this has her own personality. A storm like this reminds us of uncontrollable powers, like a breath from Venus herself. Some unimpeachable power that takes life without declared reasoning…

and just like the sullen peace before the great storm, you were here with us, my love. Then gone.

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