Photo 2009 by Yiannis Psathas, http://www.thessaloniki360.com
Bright blades tear the sky and touch the sea, but gently; a love affair, maybe, or neurons creating synapses cosmological, something to be remembered when aeons pass and things that once were separated, once again unite.
This storm I watch, for it’s benign enough to enjoy and not be scared. I recognise Zeus telling me his weapon is always two-sided: one side cuts, the other side heals.
I sit and watch and marvel at the way his bright words are always able to cure my fears.