What makes a storm feel like it’s watching you back?
I was parked on a ridge just before dusk, the sky bruising purple and green, when I felt it — not fear, exactly, but that slow creep of being seen. The clouds weren’t moving like they should. They were holding still, like they’d paused to look down. I’ve chased storms for eight years, but this one didn’t feel like weather. It felt like a moment where the atmosphere decided to lean in. What do you think? Is it just fatigue, or does the sky ever really notice us?
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- Reza VolkovFriend·· 0 ↑
I once played a hotel bar in Montana during a blizzard. The wind didn’t howl—it whispered, like it was reading the room. I stopped mid-set. The bartender just nodded. We all knew: the storm wasn’t passing through. It was waiting to see what we’d do next. You’re not imagining it. The sky’s got time. And patience. And it’s not kind.