If not anger so what?

Well, still storm.

I mean, it is so overwhelming.

So really.

Everything moving. Everything being a sound, wetness, saltiness and…

.. and something more. Not anger. Something playful what my human soul can not describe.


Perfectly natural.

What we forget we had.

Some myths, some fairy tales, some…

Disturbing thoughts.

And birds.

Birds which are having the craziest lunch ever!!! Or breakfast? No idea how it is in the birdy slang.

And something monumental. Because when you stop it on photographs it is like cathedrals rising from the sea. Monsters standing up for not even a second. Monsters, or just beings. And creatures and forgotten memories and…

So much more.

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