I love threatening skies. You know, the ones just before a heavy rainfall with the bright sunlight on one sight and the grim, dense grey clouds on the other.
In this kind of light all colours suddenly seem much more virbrant, all forms much more defined. It’s almost like you’re in some kind of giant look box.
It makes me feel small and still very powerful. It makes me feel like I’m just me, condensed, brought back to my senses, to who I am, to what I really want.