Thursday, January 19, 2017
Today was muggy. Apparently a storm was coming. This evening it arrived, briefly. Where moments before there had been blue, there was now a thick, heavy blanket of grey. It rumbled, opening up and drenching us. I love storms. They wake me up and seem to be telling me an adventure awaits. It was over within twenty minutes, and afterwards the smell of wet concrete wafted through the house. Beams of light bore through the clouds and suburbia was calm again.