We are puny and powerless in the face of something as common – and as majestic – as a thunderstorm. I hope we will always be that way. Black clouds and spectacular lightning evoke wonder. Their suddenness and fury leave us breathless. Awe and humility, and a measure of hunkered-down conservatism (as in keep yourself alive) are good for us – a check against rampant hubris.
Hot breath of sun. 90 degrees by 10am. I walk inside my clothes trying not to touch them.