My grandmother told me you could tell how far a storm was by counting the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. Each second equaled a mile. To this day, I still find myself absently minded counting, not knowing if five seconds is safer than four or…..
It takes but a pinhole of light, even in the dark stormy night, to gift the heart beauty and awe.
The phone is screaming with severe weather alerts. The squirrels eat with heads turning and eyes as vigilant upon the wind as they are upon the seed on the ground. My little dog has taken refuge under the bed. I return to the…..
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