Have you ever seen the storm coming, and were forced to cut some good times short? This past Saturday I was at a rooftop with friends in Navy Yard, Washington, D.C. As we were leisurely chilling in the pool, binging on barbecued ribs and chicken, those clouds you see below quietly swept over our heads. Before we could notice, winds were blowing at 50 miles per hour, plastic plates and party cups were jumping off the building, and barbecued smoked were smoking us. I took this photo for the city scene as we ran into our own safe caves.
Bright car lights dominate the city streets with the sun just about to shine on the other side of the planet. For some reason, I find it especially calming about those clouds. They seem like the climax in a movie, that would only lead to the greater goods afterwards. They put down a mark that leads to a happier ending, because only better things comes after the worst.
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