It is not the storm, but its anticipation, stretched across time. That moment when you freeze on the threshold, feeling with every inch of your skin how the atmosphere is charging, and a light breeze already carries within it a pledge of freshness
It is not the storm, but its anticipation, stretched across time. That moment when you freeze on the threshold, feeling with every inch of your skin how the atmosphere is charging, and a light breeze already carries within it a pledge of freshness