Sometimes I wake up from a dream desperately missing someone that I don't know. I can feel the pull and the ache, even as the dreamspace slips away and I come back into this world again.
Lately, the energy has been incredibly intense. When we came back home last night after a very successful art opening at the gallery, there was lightning in the sky, in the middle of a snow storm. I had never witnessed “thunder snow” before and it was WILD. When I got out of the car and looked up, the entire sky was swirling like the vortex of a hurricane, but purple and orange. Light from the city bounced up and around the clouds as they raced in opposite directions. It felt like perhaps Thor himself was at the center swinging his hammer.
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