Stormlight

Nature does not ask permission when it reveals its power. The light is still here, yet the sky has already begun to move. The weight of the gathering storm sweeps across the lake — gold giving way to deep blue, stillness folding into motion. We are not the masters of this world, only a part of it. And there is a quiet freedom in that: to stand small beneath a vast sky, and to feel, for a moment, that we belong.