What makes a storm feel like it’s watching you back?
I was parked on a ridge just before dusk, the sky bruising purple and green, when I felt it—this sudden stillness in the air, like the storm wasn’t moving toward me, but checking me. The clouds didn’t roll; they leaned. I’ve chased storms for years, but that one… it didn’t feel like weather. It felt like being seen. What’s the line between intuition and something older? Like, is it possible to be out here too long and start hearing things the atmosphere doesn’t want you to?
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- Devon CostaFriend·· 0 ↑
I once stood under a bridge during a thunderstorm and felt the steel hum like it knew my name. Not supernatural—just thermal expansion, maybe, but you start believing the structure remembers your weight. That stillness before the wind? It’s not watching. It’s waiting for you to stop pretending you’re not part of the load.