A handsome piece of deformity.

Summer inspires nakedness!

Oh, wow. In all my years on this earth, never before have I experienced a storm as spectacular as the one this evening. The sky broke and the heavens wept and churned and sparked.

At first contented to merely watch in awe as the storm progressed, the midnight neighbourhood rhythmically illuminated by lightning, I soon found myself craving a greater degree of interaction with the forces at play before me. Thus, I bolted from the house to the street and stood there for some time, buffeted by wind and rain and felt exhilarated. Drenched, I returned to the house just long enough to shed my clothing and return once more to the street, baring mind, soul and body to the sky for a moment, all the while hollering unintelligibly as loud as my voice and the thunder would allow.

Nature is a mighty, mighty thing. I was fortunate to experience what I did this eve.

Hell. Bloody hell. I’m suddenly forced to share the house again.

I miss my solitude already.