I have been home for a week and a bit now. It was such a rush packing up our apartment, I’ve only just started winding down. Acclimatising to the Sydney weather and time has also taken some time.
We spent yesterday in the city wandering around and were caught out in a rather violent storm. We sought refuge under the Pyrmont Bridge, and watched the storm unleash its fury. Torrential rain, whipping winds, hail, lightning strikes, rolling thunder.
The storm blows in from the south-west.
The dark, brooding sky.
Hail bounces down the steps toward us.
There’s somethings cleansing, renewing about a big storm. It washes everything away so you can start afresh.
We switched everything off to watch the sheets of lightning illuminate the buildings, with its low, rolling accompaniment. We watched the rain splatter and slide down our windows. We talked. Listened to Royksopp. Spent some it it dancing in the dark. Embraced the moment.
And it felt great.
I used to enjoy watching storms do that all the time at home. Sydney has some of the most amazing storms. So active and highly entertaining. I love their rejuvenating nature: they cleanse our environment, allowing us to start afresh. I never knew I missed that about home until now.
Sydney always puts on a light show. It nixes time spent in the pool or on the golf course…
Welcome to the forty-fourth post ofthe Great Writing Challenge of 2012.
Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone.If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com.