Watching the storm
Awaiting the inevitable
You stand shoulder to shoulder and watch the storm approach the city. They say that a storm ‘rolls in’, but this one leeches, creeps, syphons. Tumultuous indeed, what passes between you on this ledge, without word, gesture or touch, understanding, plainly, the finality. As the light leaks out of the scene ahead and the wind picks up, you wait for the inevitable. Turning your head, expecting to see a face, you find no-one. What did you imagine, when you knew they never would have been here in this moment? The rain begins to paint the hewn rocks of this magnificent building. And as the stones shine, you feel, with fear, your desires diminishing.
Taken from the top of St.Paul’s Cathedral in London in 2021 on the Nikon d750
Wow! What a Beautifully worded visual picture! :) Though not knowing what was in your heart and head as you put it all to paper, one can feel the emotional pull of the coming storm and the gradient mist from the darkness looming above, to the light revealing itself in the distance, leaving one seeking the face of God or possibly a lost love? Bravo for capturing a flood of emotions with so few words, yet a mesmerizing scene!
Much like with musical lyrics, I’m always so curious as to what prompted the “spark” of imagination to produce such enlightening and inspiring poetry that can move one emotionally and sometimes, spiritually, to capture not only the readers own imaginations, but also our hearts. ❤️
I look forward to reading more of your art!