this morning #1112.

this morning, through the sour smell of the end of the storm, we were treated to a peaceful breeze. i breathed in deep as it carried the scent of steaming concrete westward, down in the direction of the river. the clouds started to part, letting slivers of sunshine sneak through. thank god. i could peek through the flaps of my tent without worrying about getting wet. last night, while we were trying to sleep, the ground shook. sheets of rain. thunder & lightning. they all came through uninvited. now that that crap is over, we’ve entered rainbow territory. that sour smell is a sure sign of it. i threw on my shoes & stepped out to scan the sky for that prism of light, hoping to start today off just right.