Some moments can't be captured. Not with a photograph, video clip, sound byte, or painting, no words will suffice. They simply rest in your mind, to be replayed, refreshed, repeated. Like a lightning storm. Epic, flashes of brilliance in the dark sky. Shattering through the silence, white light breaking through the sky, a shout in the night. Glorious. Like a domino effect, one flash after another, the jagged bolts of blinding light like broken glass. The dark sky split open for a moment to reveal the glory above. Storm clouds lit for a moment with a halo of light, pure and beautiful. No rain in this brilliant storm, just thunder, lighting, again, and again. Filling the sky with a power and majesty utterly indescribable. But paired with that nearly intimidating power, so much grace in the simple beauty of a thin line of pure light shooting through dark heavens. Beauty and grace, power and glory, nature and the heavens praising as they shouted with all their being, "Holy, Holy, Holy..."
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