Weather is a symphony - each raindrop a note, each rolling of clouds across the sky a new variation on a familiar theme.
Ever innovating within a set repertoire of possibilities.
The sun is the ever-present conductor.
Peaks and troughs, rising crescendos of summer ecstasy, followed by pitiful lows of shivering winter bleakness.
The music plays - and though we may influence it in part - we still must dance to whatever happens in whatever way we choose.
Ever innovating within a set repertoire of possibilities.
The sun is the ever-present conductor.
Peaks and troughs, rising crescendos of summer ecstasy, followed by pitiful lows of shivering winter bleakness.
The music plays - and though we may influence it in part - we still must dance to whatever happens in whatever way we choose.
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