Storms

I hear the rumble of thunder outdoors tonight. I think we may be in for a night of storms. I love the sounds and smells and flashes of rough weather.

One of my recurring daylight dreams is to be all alone in a house, a place in a very remote location. My vision is of a stunningly modern house, with enormous walls of glass on all sides. It sits high on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It is very late in the day and I watch the sun slip from the sky and sink in the distance. As night falls, I watch as line after line of powerful squalls roll in from the ocean, lightening flashing brilliantly and the wind howling as the rain comes ripping across the sky in sheets, slamming into the glass walls of the house and shaking them mightily. I'm drinking a Scotch and water, something I rarely do. The only light in the house is a single candle, sitting on a table against a wall somewhere behind me.

I'm terrified to see and feel the monstrous energy of the storms, but transfixed by their beauty and the almost unimaginable power they possess. And I'm utterly and completely alone and enjoying that isolation and the desolation of the place. It's as if there is no one else in the world but me; and that sensation is refreshing.

Tonight, the storms won't be so powerful.