I love storms. Most of the time. When the lightning and thunder are not right on top of my house, for example, and I can feel their power from a distance.
Windows open, lace curtains dancing in the winds, rain echoing from metal gutters, thunder — it all makes for a lovely evening for reading, thinking, remembering.
Just now, I’m thinking back to a night in 1978, sleeping in sleeping bag on a porch in Cleveland Heights and hearing the birds chirping and knowing something good was happening in my life. And, feeling safe.
I love storms. They awaken, chide, remind, beckon.
In the middle of one just now and feeling safe.