Sunday 04/07/2021

Cats, climate change, clouds, Diary, Hull, Nature, Storm, Summer

Scorching sunshine, almost unbearable.

Not yet.

Early in the morning.

Yesterday late afternoon electrical semi-tropical storm.

Rain cascading from the heavens, troubled.

Dark clouds blackened the once blue sky to the score of ominous rambling and lighting.

Rain, rain, and more rain…

Cats looking from the safety of being behind the windows, with slight concerned expressions.

Oblivious to the illumination provided by lighting, followed by the deep cry of the sky.

I won’t be watering the garden for a day or so.

Yannick climbed onto the open top pane of the window, following the unfolding drama.

Summer.

Storm.

Afternoon has taken over, chasing away those dark clouds.

Dry.

Tumultuous skies…

clouds, Diary, I, Nature, sky, sun

I initially wrote tumultuous sky, however, there was more than one sky above me this morning, dark clouds, very interesting shapes forever changing, clear, dark, light, perhaps a prelude of stormy weather… The golden disc, giver of life, giver of death, struggling to appear behind the fighting clouds in a perpetual movement, bent in closing the fissures to the golden rays…

Peaks, valleys, a constant variation above me, far but near, the wind, sometimes gentle, on other roughly impatient, playing games with my senses and expectations.

A geography of the sky, complex, closed yet open, variable, reflections of my soul…