The irony of this poem is not lost on me considering how late it is in being shared. The storm has struck and we are now in it, braced or not. Time to dance in the rain.
Braced for the Storm

The irony of this poem is not lost on me considering how late it is in being shared. The storm has struck and we are now in it, braced or not. Time to dance in the rain.

Saw the most remarkable sight the other day. A pair of raptors were hunting, catching small rodents and then devouring them in midair. What was most remarkable was how well they controlled their flight post-hunt. They seemed almost frozen in the air, all but unmoving. That mastery was simply majestic and has stayed with me.
