As I write this, wind batters the windows of my apartment so fiercely I can't be sure I won't wake up in Kansas. There's a wild spring storm raging and I have a bird's eye view of it from my perch overlooking the harbour.
I love being able to watch storms like this one blow in, then feel the building dance and shake to the rhythm of rain against window panes.
If I hadn't already been running this evening, I'd be tempted to lace up my shoes, launch myself into the darkness and let howling winds carry me round the lake one more time before bed.
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