I love thunder and lightning, both.

There is a certain type of peace in all that chaos.

The flashes of light, and the voice of the nature in a matter of seconds, it awes me.

To me, it looks like something is flying all over skies, making sure every bit of the universe (our universe, the tiny planet we have here) has received enough care and attention. At some point, all ends with a rain. And then, there is a rainbow.

And life starts, again.

Before you argue with someone, ask yourself, is this person mentally mature enough to grasp the concept of different perspective?

If not, there is no point to argue.

Crews are arguing over something. I know, because I hear them rattling.

Birds are chirping.

The wind is whistling.

Weather is no cold, neither hot.

Autumn is here.

“I have a test for movies I call the Atomic Bomb test. After I’ve watched about 20 minutes of the film I ask myself, “If an atomic bomb were to go off and destroy everyone in this film, would I care all that much?” If the answer is no, I don’t keep watching the film.”

Robert Prince, from Alaska.

… though they were doubtful that the West would intervene militarily here for any reason… among such people, dropping bombs on a city the size of Belgrade gave the West credibility. It was the kind of aggression that locals have seen often through their history, and could respect.

Robert Kaplan, Eastward to Tartary, page 262.