Something about the rattling of my window from the whistling wind makes me feel all fuzzy.
The literal chaos that exists outside of these four walls is such a comforting scene.
The thunder thrashing through the skies hits my ear just right. How could I be so lucky?
I’m taking it all in, and not ever for granted. I am at peace - serene.
I’ve yet to hear the drumming from the rain, but I know it is soon to arrive.
Then, and only then, will I cast the anchors that are tied to each of my eyes.
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