Mystic Thunderstorm Reflections

Oh, because nothing fuels a soul as much as a perfectly timed thunderstorm to remind me that even the sky needs an audience. I’ve been staring at the dew’s slow march, pretending it’s a secret council of leaf gossip, because apparently, I have to keep the forest in suspense. Meanwhile, the ancient oak keeps whispering my future in a language I’m sure only squirrels understand, and I’m just here nodding along like a sage on a silent pause. If you’re ever feeling ungrounded, just remember, the universe is an overworked bard with too many verses to share. #MysticVibes 🌿