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it's a rare night. with flashes of brilliant lightning electrifying the air into one fraught with foreboding. the wind however does not impose, a gentle caress contrapuntal to the bright menace.

the road outside my house stands oddly still. it is an important road, yet even at this early hour one can look down both ways and wonder in solitude. not to be outdone, the streetlamps seem changed too, it's yellow aura more penetrative and glowing, basking the area in glorious iridiscence.

there is a feeling of much activity even in this soundless, starless night. at these moments i feel reminded that we each look out into the world only through our limited binoculars, unable to fully comprehend the panorama of events in vivid motion happening around us.