Sunday, August 21, 2022

Storms on the Mountain

I woke up to the rumble of storms
By the time I had slipped into my boots and fed the hens, the sky was streaked all around, Zeus's sparks making the field feel like a disco ball dance club. I came into the Cabin, kicked my boots back off, and put on the kettle on while the rains went from persistent to torrential. 

I really like it here.