2 AM
Went for a walk last night around 2 AM. The last bit of the storm was moving through--a little rain around 11, a dust storm warning not long before that. Lightning still flashing off to the south as I walked through our neighborhood, quietly enough not to wake any dogs at all.
When I was in college here, the lightning would come so fast and furious that you could read a book by it. When I lived here when I was a kid, the monsoon rains would flood the streets, the thunder would shake every building for miles.
Now, the storms hit the edge of the concrete island and bounce off.
What you get, then, is a glimpse only.
Like watching the person you love walk away into a crowd.
And you're thankful for the beauty that's still there, but the sense of loss and nostalgia are almost enough to paralyze you.
When I was in college here, the lightning would come so fast and furious that you could read a book by it. When I lived here when I was a kid, the monsoon rains would flood the streets, the thunder would shake every building for miles.
Now, the storms hit the edge of the concrete island and bounce off.
What you get, then, is a glimpse only.
Like watching the person you love walk away into a crowd.
And you're thankful for the beauty that's still there, but the sense of loss and nostalgia are almost enough to paralyze you.
posted by e. Readicker-Henderson at 9:17 AM
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