“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what the storm’s all about.”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Yesterday was a wild and stormy day in Porto, Portugal. I stayed inside most of the day to catch up on emails and give my legs a break from the hilly city streets.
When night fell I looked out the window and saw an eerie glow in the sky from the last light of the day and the full moon trying to break through the storm clouds.
There was just enough light to see around one hundred seagulls swooping in the wind. I was lost in the moment and by the time I thought to press my phone against the window to take a photo the seagulls were gone. But the last of the light remained.
