shelter

 


shelter

Originally uploaded by micahnova

The tempest was strong that night. The air shrieked and howled noises from other dimensions trying to break in. It felt like something was out to get him. Something (or someone) out there was was very angry, and it was all his fault. Perhaps it was God Himself, and he was Jonah… disobedient fish bait to the elements. Or perhaps he was like Moses looking for God in various natural forces… and this had nothing to do with God at all. He looked up at the branches of the weeping willow swaying and creaking in the wind. Perhaps this had nothing to do with him either. “How beautiful this night is.” He fell asleep.

~ by micahnova on May 26, 2008.

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