Awesome thunderstorm over the lake last night, forced to run for cover in the house and close the doors and windows to keep dry. This morning, up at two a.m. to toss and turn till six. Coffee out on the deck just listening to the waves lap-lap the dock. Two salamanders nuzzle near the shore.
Restlessness still at war with serenity. Just as nature, I am conflicted.
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