When the sky is blue, and dark storm clouds suddenly begin to blow quickly across the sky, I get an odd feeling that something is about to happen. Maybe I've seen too many movies about witches, but this evening, I found myself standing alone, waiting for the shuttle, watching the dark, heavy clouds whisk horizontally past me, the cold breeze making me just cold enough to feel alive, and I felt very, very powerful.
Yeah, too many witch movies.
