Wednesday, 18 July 2012
The oncoming storm
That's all right, I told myself. I felt the breeze on my cheeks as we turned west. That meant the storm was blowing east, surely.
Gee, we're high up, I thought, noting the reason that I had such a great view was because I could see over the tree-tops below the house.
It wasn't, but the flashes continued into the early hours of the morning.
(This happened last Friday, but it was only today that I found a coffee shop with strong enough WiFi to upload the pictures from my laptop online.)