the silencing and humbling sound of the storm.
Background music would ruin this moment of awe.
And I look at the little men battling against them with €1 umbrellas,
the mighty winds that helped to shape this world.
I am sheltered and safe inside this cocoon of mud.
The other day, I cried helplessly as the sun shone through my window,
a manmade harpoon had pierced me.
I let the sun kiss his medicine onto me.
