alive.
So i'm finally home, and all afternoon I'm sitting, waiting, wishing
that the darkening sky might mean a thunderstorm is rolling in.
Finally, I see a flash through a window and wait with hopeful
expectation. Yes! Thunder. Then, as it always happens in the summer in
Texas, you hear the wind begin to howl and then the rain hits, but
it's more like sheets of sideways knives blown by the 60 mile an hour
straight winds.
I launch from the couch and throw open the garage door, sprinting
outside to watch the incoming storm: my first Texas thunderstorm in
over a year. I'm so excited about this, and as I run through the
garage with my eyes on the lightning, I feel this stab of white hot
pain in my foot.
Beesting. Real bad one.
Cool. Really cool. My first thunderstorm in a year and I get stung by
a bee.
I don't think that's technically ironic, but Alanis Morisette would
think so... Isn't it ironic?
At any rate, good storm. Good sunset. Missed you Texas, and things
here inside of you.
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