The view outside my window last night was so thrilling, I kept having to stop my work in order to gape at it.
Crackly summer storm turned the sky increasingly impossible shades of orange.
Then there were fireworks, on top of the sheet lightning and the thunder. It’s like they were battling to see who could be loudest and most flashy.
I’d say the lightning won. I wish I’d been at Bowen for it.
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