Notes from the Waxhaws


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Evening. Another storm approaching from the southwest. The sky…prematurely dark…and grey. Colors drained from the trees. Gloom. The sound of sporadic, metallic drops on the chimney vent signal the arrival of the rain. Then…the soft…steady patter of rain on the roof begins.

Sitting in my chair in the darkness with a cup of tea cradled in my hands…listening to the muffled sound of thunder  tunneling through the atmosphere…on the heels of ghostly, white hot flashes high above. The world is softly exploding around me…being baptized once again. A baptism of water…and of fire.

Written by Jim

May 14, 2012 at 8:49 pm

Posted in Carolinas, Country Living, Musings, Nature

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