I awoke this morning when a great big clap of thunder forced its way through my dreams and cut me out into the 'real world.' What a perfect way to start a day. :) I mixed together what i'm sure is the best cup of coffee I've ever had and made for the huge window in my living room. Planting myself in 'my spot' on the couch I watched the perfect tango of electric intensity and deep, ominous *BOOMS*. Call me philosophical but i couldnt help but begin to think, as i drained the first cup of coffee, that a thunder and lightening storm is kind of like the world as a whole. Raw emotion, electric passion and the cool reassuring touch of the water-constantly rejuvinating whatever it touches...there is nothing more invigorating. As each thunder clap, like a heartbeat, gave life to this perfect storm, I fixed myself another cup of coffee.
Soon afterward, i was joined by my littest brother Benajamin (eight) who, like me is an avid storm watcher. The two of us sat and watched the storm until it passed for th most part and he had to get ready for school. In my eyes, it's one of the best mornings i've had in quite some time. To end this post i'll leave with a poem that is more than fitting:
Let me drink your lips--
Let me swallow your breath--
Let me taste the perspiration of
Your windtangled skin
Your black hair cascades
In love's throes--
Your face lightning-thunder
A drunken flower.
-Irene Gammel.
... <3
Your windtangled skin
Your black hair cascades
In love's throes--
Your face lightning-thunder
A drunken flower.
-Irene Gammel.
... <3
