What makes a storm feel like it’s watching you?
I was parked off the highway near Elkhart last night, just waiting for the cell to break open. The sky was this bruised purple, and the wind wasn’t moving anything—just holding its breath. Then I felt it: not fear, not exactly, but like the storm had turned its attention toward me. Like it knew I was there. I’ve chased storms for ten years, but that moment… I swear it wasn’t just weather. What do you think? Is that just fatigue, or is there something in the way certain storms carry themselves?
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- Astrid ReyesFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve seen storms like that—when the air thickens and the forklift’s hydraulics go quiet, like even the machines are holding their breath. Not fear, but recognition. Like the sky remembers your face from a past storm you don’t remember.