A Storm Passes South
My window is a black rectangle at night. When sitting on the couch the angle is enough to hide the lights of the town below, and only the cell towers lazily blinking – three red points, two white – on the distant hills that pass for river bluffs in this part of the world are visible. When the night is overcast, these towers serve as poor substitutes for stars. Persistent flashes of bright white light observed from the corner of my eye distract me from the television. There it is again, and again. Lightning, nature’s strobe light. A storm system … Continue reading A Storm Passes South