Last night was fucking scary, ya’ll. I’ve never seen so much electricity in the sky for such an extended period of time. The puppy was totally oblivious to what was going on and looked at me funny as I cowered in terror under the blankets. This morning, everything looks renewed and alive and vibrant. At the risk of sounding like a corny assface, this whole ordeal reminded me that the storm is part of our story. But it isn’t the WHOLE story. And there is gratitude to be found in the darkness because it makes us understand the true beauty of the light.
Okay. You can go throw up now. I know I’m being nauseatingly new age-y.
Pictured here is a view from my office just before all hell broke loose!