Omens

 

Sun tries to rise and leaves a bleeding bruise on the horizon to the east.

In the west the lightning's rising, orange, white, no color bright...flickering like a cheap candle in a horror story...

And the wailing wind stirs the clouds into a whirling, angry stew.

Solar lamps blink on as if it were quite PM.

Doors slam untouched by human hands.

Nervous dog whines and wants to stay IN!

Hurricane, himmicane, or just a summer thunderstorm....I don't like this much

And I wish I could sleep late like a normal person...and miss all this madness.

*photos taken a couple of days ago at sunrise.