Good evening, my dear friends! π¬οΈππ΄
So, the cyclone called Fytia, apparently wants to throw a party tonight. The waves are practicing their dramatic entrances, the wind is rehearsing its βhair-blowing runwayβ walk, and the trees? Oh, the trees are just standing there like, βReally? Again? We just got over last weekβs drama!β π
I swear I heard a coconut yell, βSomebody hold me!β while the banana leaves were gossiping about the palm trees: βSheβs shaking like that again, typical!β ππ₯₯
This afternoon, around 1 PM, it became so unexpectedly dark that I had to turn on all the lights in the house. It felt almost surreal, as if the sun had disappeared completely and we were suddenly plunged into the middle of the night. It was one of those rare moments when daylight betrayed its usual consistency, leaving everything around me dim and quiet, making the ordinary feel a little extraordinary.
So if life gives you cyclones, hold on tight, or just become friends with a really tall, flexible tree. π΄π¨π
Good evening, and may your hair survive the wind, and the rain! π