a storm is brewing.
the clouds are getting heavy, the wind is picking up, birds struggle to move through the air.
i love storms. they provide the perfect excuse for candles, fires, wines, and movies. they force quiet to counter the noise they create. they encourage cuddles for warmth and because.... baby, it's cold outside.
tonight instead of cuddling, wine, fire, i will sit in a classroom and learn, discuss, present.
but in my heart there will be a quiet stormy night at home.
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