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It's so pretty outside when a summer storm is blowing in, especially during the late afternoon and evening. Everything sways in the wind and the dark, rain-thickened clouds chase after the setting sun with just enough daylight sky inbetween to present a sharp contrast. I guess I'm weird, but it makes me feel like I'm more alive, like all my senses are sharper and everything is more real. Maybe it's a natural high? Tension builds up as the storm does, and then when the rain finally begins to fall I feel carefree, as if all my worries have been released into the air.
The first seven days of July have been good ones, except for missing you.
The first seven days of July have been good ones, except for missing you.