For Nature’s Furies Are Wonderful, Too

Gusting sand peppering faces; the water an angry brown topped with frenzied white peaks. Golden green rippling stalks of grass, bending, sure, but never fully giving in. Somehow, the tumultuous lake is among the most interesting of all its forms. In the face of this indifferent might, I smile. Nature, be forceful. You deserve to rage, rage, even if those are my feelings about it, not yours.