21 May 2012
I have never seen a night so clean as this. Not a single piece of cloud, only the dark bluish sky slightly lit up by the fluorescence of the concrete jungle.
The air is cool with occasional breezes. It is a pleasant night, especially for a relaxed bike trip. I always cycle back home. It is quick and, most importantly, I can enjoy a bit of leisure through the slow treading in the cooling breeze.
Just as I am enjoying my little summer night. I am struck by a strong wind blowing from the east. I can feel the moist on my face while the cool creeps into my bones. I lift up my head and see that small patch of cloud at the far east over the horizon. This thought immediately comes into my mind,
"A storm is coming."
Summer Night • Opuss № I