@DemocracySpot low rumbling thunder rolled across the sky. The sound was so delicate and feint as if the storm itself was unsure.
Hot air picked up as the summer winds blew across the parking lot. He could smell rain on the wind as the warmed breeze tousled his long slightly curly locks. Running his hand through his hair nervously to settle it down from the winds, he stopped his hurried steps to his car to glance at the rolling city beneath the parking lot on the hill. He could see the shadows of the clouds as they arched across the sky to cover the world around him as the storm moved.
Deep in her heart, the thunder rolls... played on the radio softly as the car came alive. Turning the song up to hear it better, he shifted the car into drive and pulled out into the lane .
"what light through younder window breaks?"
I recently realized I hadn't uploaded anything to my Smugmug galleries from my 2016 Italy (and more) trip. Here's a #Fensterfreitag pic from Verona. #windowfriday#streetphotography
