“He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting ‘All the Gods are bastards.’”
It is storming right now, and with all the stress from work, family and diet, I find that this storm is relaxing me. Doesn’t that go against a thunderstorm’s symbolic value? It has focused me, and I don’t want it to stop. Even if it did ruin my plans for grilling steak tonight.
