Not wishing to underplay the devastation and peril that inclement weather is causing much of the globe, I am currently quite enjoying the unsettled period that has been battering and splattering away at central England over the last few days.
The heavens, laden with so much water, have been immensely beautiful. Watery skies, splashed with all shades of blue and grey and yellow, looking for all the world like swirls of paint freshly washed from heavily-dolloped brushes.
Or the feeling of energy and turmoil that bursts from the clouds during those more turbulent moments. Nature taking its queues from Hollywood blockbusters, leaving you feeling that somewhere the Ark of the Covenant has been opened or that supernatural forces are spewing from a gateway to The Other Side.
Its all so beautiful, and there's nowhere I'd rather be. But then, I am safely closeted away in my nice, warm office...