All eyes have been to the sky on a storm watch these past few days.
Crisis averted and the current forecast has us at wind speeds of 0 mph with a chance of precipitation at 90%. All is well in this steamy kind of soup within which we sit.
As we sweat it out, might as well shift focus from the vast expanse to more earthly minutiae.
Like this small piece of something akin to moss but of the sea. So tiny, and so green.
Ah…in the grand scheme, we are but just a grain of sand, ensnared within a mystery.