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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Day 118

Day 118: Storms! I do love a good storm. Storms serve to remind me of the power of nature, and I must admit I more often than not find them thrilling. When I was a little kid I just loved watching storms. Our home on Tisdale street had a big enclosed front porch that I used to go out in during those torrential summer downpours and watch the rain pounding so hard on the road that it seemed to skip and jump. Nowadays I don't always love the storms that dump several feet of snow on my home and property that I subsequently have to clean up, nor do I love the ones that wreak havoc and destruction. Tonight though I'm warm in my bed, safe in Lovely House (which still has power), and I'm lying peacefully and still as I listen to the wind howl outside. Pretty cozy, pretty great. Happy. #andmaybewe'llgetasnowdaytomorrow #365happydays
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