Last night, the rain came down hard on the attic roof. I looked out the window and saw flashes of lighting tumbling through the sky to the north east. The clouds seemed to flicker, tossing the light back and forth amongst themselves. I haven’t seen the sky put on a show like this since I was very small.

I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a sweater and navigated through the big empty house, down the stairs. I made my way to the porch.

I settled into a hammock chair, and rested. The rain came down all around me, but in the shelter of the porch it was cool and dry. I watched the lighting make silhouettes of the cherry tree branches. And I listened to the thunder, which seemed very far away.

It was peaceful.

I forgot about everything, until the storm faded into the darkness behind the trees.

Today, I went to therapy. I filled my tank with gasoline. I purchased a large cheese pizza with mushrooms and some sweet iced tea. I read a book about serial killers, stopped at the pharmacy, and made some phonecalls I’d been putting off too long.

I think it was a good day, for me.

I hope it was for you, too.