A hail storm on a cold winters afternoon. Not snow but as close as I’m likely to get in the Nongs.
It is also red liquorice, peanut m&m’s, hot sweet tea and a roaring fire in the hearth. I know – I’m a creature of habit, fire, chocolate and tea on winter evenings are my idea of heaven.
Happiness is also storms…
If I was going to have another name, it might well be Storm. It’s being born on the cusp of both darkly sexual Scorpio and sunny, smiley Saggitarius that does it – making me impossibly temperamental.
I want to go back to Venice again. Italy on the whole calls to me in quite a persistent way, as if it wants me to sell me something.
This photo is quite beautiful. In the middle top bit of the cloud, I swear I can see some kind of angelic or godlike face. It sort of reminds me of Zeus from Jason and the Argonauts. The whole cloud formation is a bit like a Divine being stretching out its wings to let the light of its heart shine out into the world. Just lovely.