the_bridge_to_somewhere lostgirl the storm is coming, no doubt about it. as wind rips stillness into fragments of animation, vivid slashes of lightning explode and thunder bellows aggressively in the distance. the air crackles with intense anticipation of the main event. the sky forms a horizontally striped expansive dichotomy of blue stopped by black; interrupted in its middle by a peculiar white 'ray of light' slashing through the battle of the colors as the sun fights for its presence within this war of elements. it looks like it could be a bridge to heaven. or to another world I might like to visit. 100416 what's it to you? who go blather from