Looming
A few days before the arrival of Bella, the storm was building. The wind was picking up, the rain was lashing down, it was late and the last of the light was fading. I sheltered behind a rock with my back against the elements. Occasionally a car would appear on the coastal road, with its bright headlights offering a glimmer of light in this dark landscape.
A few days before the arrival of Bella, the storm was building. The wind was picking up, the rain was lashing down, it was late and the last of the light was fading. I sheltered behind a rock with my back against the elements. Occasionally a car would appear on the coastal road, with its bright headlights offering a glimmer of light in this dark landscape.
A few days before the arrival of Bella, the storm was building. The wind was picking up, the rain was lashing down, it was late and the last of the light was fading. I sheltered behind a rock with my back against the elements. Occasionally a car would appear on the coastal road, with its bright headlights offering a glimmer of light in this dark landscape.