Summer Storm

As I sit on my window sill at 2.45am to watch this summer storm unravel I can't help but feel a yearning love for the planet I live on.
Ribbons of lightening blinding my sleep-ridden eyes, boring their way deep into my thoughts... Thoughts I didn't suppose I could conjure at this time of the night.
The thunder bellows through the sky and through the clouds for what seems like an eternity. Sending frightened children to their parents beds and some like me to their windows, enveloped by curiosity of the world that surrounds them.

The pathetic fallacy of this striking storm emphasises the reoccurring nightmare I experience on nights like these; nights of heavy heat and light sleep. Tossing and turning in my bed all night I feel my thoughts tear through my sleepless mind like the raindrops racing through the sky.
I hope that with the end of the storm coms the end of my nightmares... But the storm seems as though it could last the night. Just as it seems to quieten a roar of thunder erupts from deep within the sky, bringing my eyes to a sudden stare towards the window - awaiting the cold-white flash of the lightening bolt which will inevitably follow.

Bulgaria

Going to Bulgaria is like going to a place I've always known. A concentrated hub of family, love and memories. But now standing on the beach at 3am and truly absorbing what lies before and around me, I discover that what I am seeing is something new. With the jazzy beats tickling my eardrums and curling the corner of my lips to a smile and the lights of a weekend break reflecting off the still sea, I can't help but feel a warmth within myself.

In the distance I see a ship hard at work, a juxtaposition of the people hard at rest; sipping cocktails and daring to make a move on that person they've had their eye on all night.

 

Every year I return with a fresh perspective on something I've seen year after year. Scenes I've always been exposed to only now hitting me hard in the heart.

And so I find myself with a question, is this place my true home?... or is that a part of me yet to be discovered?