Theanna is really hauling ass. The black clouds turn away, blowing to the southeast of us. I look behind us, up at the sky. I can’t believe my eyes, my heart “gets stuck” in my throat. There’s a giant very strange looking cloud hanging over Theanna and me. I’m looking at it in utter amazement “it can’t be” I say to myself. It keeps looming in the sky right behind us.
My mind must be playing tricks on me.
I swear to God, its the shape of a huge head, the face of a tough old sailor started forming right before my eyes. The convincing face of the toughest old sailor I ever saw. The image of the father of the wind himself. He’s laughing at me. Deep down inside my heart I know it. Freaky, bizarre. The face stays up there, its looking down at me for what seems like the longest time. Time totally stopped. He looks me in the eye. Tilts his head back, lets out one last burst of thunderous volcanic laughter. He turns around, moving fast, back towards the Grand Banks. Suddenly, he disappears like a phantom. Right over the North Atlantic.
That scared the hell out of me.
Excerpt from Tim O’Connor’s book: “Part One Frantic Romantic”.
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