Kopaonik in June … thunderstorm wild.
The thunderstorms glide in every day, amassing ever blacker as one waits in anticipation, the air growing thicker with heat and humidity, the insects furiously buzzing from flower to flower, around your head, bumping frantically against house walls, smacking into windows; wasps, large black flies, butterflies — until a boom, crash, crack reverberates around the mountains and thin, sharp, hard drops of rain cascade through the early summer heat.
Yellow-green storm light on the juniper-studded mountainside.
From my balcony I watch the lightning fork down onto Pančićev vrh (Pančić’s Peak).
