You know the way the sky looks right before a big storm? It’s this obscure darkness, with just the smallest bit of light peeking through. The air is warm, but the feeling of the wind that’s picking up speed overpowers the warmth. And you’re scared, but you’re excited. Your heart races and you can feel yourself getting goosebumps because you’re not quite sure what will happen next. Then it finally hits. The rain is cold, but against your skin it’s calming. And you take a breath and you can taste the saltiness of the air. You can swear your heartbeat aligns with the rhythm of the rain hitting the pavement. The wind is tearing things apart and the rain is flooding the streets and you’re right in the middle of it all but, you’re okay. You’re no longer in the storm, you are part of it. You are the eye of the storm, of your storm. In these moments nothing can knock you off of your feet.
— what a beautiful mess