the atmosphere hanging over the city is quiet and heavy, and matches my frame of mind. the air is thick with moisture and what’s needed is a good crack of lightning to split the molecules, discharge the static. disrupt the stasis. dislodge stagnation.

we rarely get thunderstorms here – something different about the more northern environment, i suppose. i miss them. there’s nothing like a good, violent, bone-shaking thunderstorm in the cloying, smudgy heat of urban summer to clear the air and mind. it takes your breath away, then opens your lungs. a good thunderstorm makes your head swim just a little, and illuminates imagination in the stark silhouette of the lightning flash.

feels like that’s what i’m in need of. a good jolt of sizzling electricity to shock me out the status quo.

but, like the clouds layered above my head, all i can expect is a slow, steady drizzle into dissipation.

beth orton – concrete sky

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