Being Hellen Keller - The Senses

re now. I know its thunder… and of course there must be lightning, illuminating the dark above. I can sense the vibrations getting stronger every minute as the center of the storm creeps ever closer. I can feel the wind blowing wildly now; the cold gusts are blowing through my hair and stinging the skin of my face. Large drops of water start to drop on my hands resting on the banister. The rain is here now. I picture the lightning darting back and forth amongst each competing cloud -flashing and arcing into some fated house in the distance. The drops are getting more frequent; I cup my hand to gather some. At first I count the drops as each one falls into my palm but their frequency are getting greater and harder to follow. A few light drops have landed on my lips and I can taste the salt from the ocean nearby. It draws my attention to the smell of the sea air. That heaviness of the ocean; you can sense from the mixture of salt, flora and fauna. I remember reading books with tales of the sea. Once again my mind takes me on an adventure of the imagination. Daydreaming about pirates and treasure and other fl

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