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[shinga]

Just had a pretty decent storm. Hard rain, loud hail, thunder, lightning, tornado (it didn't touch down all that near us, but in the next town over)

Weather here is a chaotic mess. Unpredictable, powerful, frequently dangerous. My hip hates it... but help me, I love it. I love the power of storms. It makes me want to be primal, almost violent... not, like... "hurting people/things" violent, but that complete release of inhibition and dreary daily concerns like depression and anxiety and responsibility. Just let go and be unashamedly powerfully human at my core.

I really only meant to mention a. we got our first good storm of the season, and b. I think if I ever moved back to a place full of mountains and tall trees I'd quickly grow itchy and confined without my large beautiful Texas sky. I mean damn. Look at that shit. :D