Watched a thunderstorm roll over
Lake St. Clair last night for over an hour. Thought of this quote:
"Shrouded in the black thunderheads the
distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if
repairs were under way at some flawed place in the iron dark of the world."
(Not an exact picture from last
night, but similar to how it looked over the lake)
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