Edge of the storm

By now the storm should be breaking over the airport. Looking east towards the city I can see the very edge of the high pressure system. The photo does it no justice - it's magnificent, it's awe-inspiring, it's I'm not worthy.

The hotel is a pleasure, except that it's on the very edge of the highway. Even with the windows closed its the most noise I've had to deal with in a long time. But I'm happy, I love the mobility of my life, I love my life.

Justine's visiting, she's been quiet and under both the weather and the radar. Tonight I'll listen...
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