Waiting...
watching...
hoping...
more waiting. then, slowly at first but steadily building, it begins. early on it is windy, the temperatures drop, and the precipitation resembles beebees. once the storm reaches full force, most are asleep. smells of cooling wax and herb fill the halls while fort dwellers rest. heavy anticipation floods their dreams. the wait is over.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loQCJb63op4&feature=player_embedded
ReplyDeleteJB check this out. I thought you'd be interested. With all the epic adventures in the big mountains I figure you would be a prime candidate for the grand prize.
Keegan