credit: philip mak | click for original
(After some feedback from Hariod, I thought this needed a little more work so tried to add some detail as shown in the “new version” below. Original version remains underneath.
We climb into the small hut and arrange our belongings; the uneven wooden floor feels smooth and warm under our bare feet as we scurry around arranging sleeping bags. The cool-box sits in the centre, pride of place, bottles of ice cold beer are visible just inside, small beads of condensation sit around their exposed necks as they wait to be popped and drunk.
We talk amongst ourselves in lowered tones for no other reason that it seems respectful to do so. The dark clouds that seemed far away only a short time ago now rise and threaten in the middle distance and we watch the eerily silent light show as the lighting storm rages within. The air is heavy with ozone and it is not long before the first fat drops of rain fall around us.
As dusk moves to night we sit and look out upon the calm ocean. A gentle breeze washes over us and we relax with an ice cold beer from the cool box in the middle of the structure. We talk in lowered tones for no other reason than it seems right to do so.
Dark clouds rise and threaten in the middle distance and we watch the eerily silent light show as the lighting storm rages within. The air is heavy with ozone and it is not long before the first fat drops of rain fall around us.
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