journaling: enabled

Tuesday evening when I was driving back from the Dance Theatre meeting, I noted that the clouds looked very grim. So grim in fact that they reminded me of those movie scenes which show the coming of the apocolypse. I looked at the trees and they were decidedly grey, though they had patches of brown too. And the wind was blowing hard … a flash of lightning in the distance, a gust of wind. Yiy. I just had to share that scene because of the thoughts it provoked.