Towards the West
Towards the Northeast
Towards the East, where the thunderstorm is heading.
To the South it is grey.
19:44 hrs
I am sitting in the dining room, reading blogs and comments on my computer, while our dinner is cooking. The sun shines on our elm trees, but I nearly lift of from my chair - lightning, and an instant roll of terrific thunder. Wodan is throwing his daggers from the sky.
I was brought up with a true horror of thunderstorms: Pull out the plugs of the electricity equipments, close the curtains, close the windows, but alas - I have not adapted these fears. On the contrary, I walk to the window, I walk to the door and walk outside, because *HOW ON EARTH* could there be such a strike of lightning and thunder all at once, while the sun is shining at the same time at my trees? Is there a rainbow to be seen?
You see? I have an inquisitive mind.
The leaves that I find at my feet have been put together by nature, by the wind, not by me. The yellow leaves dropping since June .... draught, but also the process going on - I dread the upcoming End of August, summer and its light should last forever, be eternal.
21:06 hrs
The sunset reflects on the pine tree in the South, Wodan has disappeared with his anger.
