The perfect storm. It creeps up on you when you least expect it. Beautiful just as much as it is dark and all consuming. Taking its time. Forgetting that daylight ever existed. A ruiner of plans, but an excuse to find shelter in the comfort of home. A moody passing that you can never touch but feel like you can see through. Always serious. Always temporary. Always giving way to a brand new sky.
Photos of an encroaching storm at Rockaways Beach by me