Right now, looking outside my window, I can’t believe the storm that has taken control outside. It started out with just a forecast and suddenly as I’m leaving Ben and Jerry’s with a Rocky Road-ish (new test item) and a tiny cup of even tinier gummy bears – the lightning starts. The dark and intimidating clouds roll in with threatening shapes. I felt like I was in a Harry Potter film and the dementors were on the lookout for pedestrians. Finally as I get home the wind picks up – just as I have to take out my two hyper golden retrievers. It was something so surreal where the sky is a deathly shade and I feel as if I can be swept away by my surroundings.
Although danger looms, if this post is published and you, my dear reader, are reading it then I have obviously survived. With this weather has brought my favorite type of day: one where I can listen to piano and orchestra laden songs like “Hymn for the Missing” from Red and some slow Coldplay. I can also curl up with the newest book I am reading – Second Chance Summer by Morgan Matson. I feel the sleepy weather enveloping me and creating yet another day. But wait –
What beckons? The sun that comes after a literally life threatening storm full of bright, thick, and close lightning. A storm heavy with roaring thunder and catastrophic results. But of course – not just minutes later – it looks like it might become sunny again. At this point I truly do not know how this day will look further on and, honestly, I have learned to accept the personality disorder that the tropics possess. I guess I’ll just have to ride out the storm that almost always turns into a shining sun.