There’s a particular moment when a storm is arriving—the light changes, the air shifts, the world holds its breath. I’ve started timing my days around these moments, driving to high ground or open water to witness the approach. Not to photograph it. Just to stand in it. To feel the temperature drop, watch the clouds build, hear the wind change. To be present for that extraordinary transformation of the ordinary world into something wild and alive. Most people experience storms as inconvenience. But if you position yourself to witness the arrival—that threshold moment—you’ll see beauty that most people miss entirely. It requires some planning, some willingness to rearrange your day. But the payoff is real.