Last year (it still feels weird to write that about 2012), there was a full-on thunderstorm in Dubai. Yeah, in Dubai… I know. It interrupted National Day celebrations. Apparently no one had seen anything like it in the country’s 41-year-history. There was general uproar over it but nobody really knew where to direct their outrage.
It reminded me how much I love storms, so long as I’m tucked up inside somewhere and can watch it listening to Radiohead. I was outside at the time. Of course.
This is where I should have been. It’s like being outside without all the fuss of being outside.
Now, who’s going to be my Sugar Daddy and buy me a place like this?