Rains continue to plague north Texas, swelling creeks, overflowing banks, and causing grief for people who don't understand the power and potential of massive flows of water. In Central Texas, in Austin, three teachers were killed a couple of nights ago after their SUV hydroplaned on a highway, smashing into a parked truck.
The storms moved north and caught the Dallas area and beyond in the clutches of wild and unpredictable weather. A teenager in Garland lost his life yesterday when he was swept into a torrent of water he could not fight. I've heard reports of cars being swept into creeks, homes being dislodged from their foundations, and roads turned into rivers. The weather is flexing nature's muscles, showing us what little power we truly have over our environment.
I love watching powerful storms, but I have a profound respect for their almost unimaginable capacity to restructure the earth and sky and the futures we all count on.
There's melancholy in the air around me tonight. Not sure why.
Tomorrow is my wonderful wife's birthday. I've never surprised her with a gift of staggering meaning, and I don't have one on hand for tomorrow. I must do that one day. I want to do that. I want to give her a surprise that will bowl her over, but in a good way.
Tomorrow, I celebrate the birth of the love of my life. My gifts may be pale, my expressions may be underwhelming, but beneath it all I celebrate. She doesn't read this blog much, so she'll probably miss this post. But the rest of you, small group though you are, now know that I'm in love with my wife. Still. After 27+ years. And I like that.
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