It isn't the air, or the wind, or the moisture; It is the damage it causes when it strikes. That is what makes this "most photogenic natural disaster" so hard to explain.
There are no devious, diabolical elements in her. My mother is beautiful. But when she strikes, I feel destroyed.
|"Mother Ship" by Carston Peter for National Geographic|
I do not feel safe with my mother, though I cannot seem to stop needing her.
She wakes in the morning and her life begins again; I lie in bed listening; What form, what shape, what unexpected circumstances will this day take?
Don't lift me up and carry me away. I like this ground I walk on. I think you are very beautiful, but in your arms: I disappear; I lose my breath; I feel so damn insignificant.
I cannot do that anymore. I have something I have planted;
I must stay and watch it grow....