there's this one where we live in this beautifully modern house with clean lines, not very big, in fact quite tiny, but it's on this fantastic beach, and the whole beachward wall of the house is glass, and when the storms come (and they come often), you and I sit in the small living room and watch them roll in from the infinite sea, marvelling at their magnificence, or we lie in bed with our heads down at the foot of the bed so as to be closer to the glass, and watch the lightning and listen to the rain beat against the panes, and then slowly, slowly...
Posted by orion at June 7, 2003 12:41 PM | TrackBack