An Earth-Shattering KaboomIt is a good night for near darkness. I have had some number of good reasons to stay up a little late this evening, and most of those chores are complete. I have a glass a watered wine, weakened as they would serve to children, sitting by the chair. The window is open, and whispers of cool air finger in, shavings of the turmoil outside.
I do not know how much a doppler weather radar costs, but I think it would be interesting to own one. Instead I make do with the simple animations provided for me by NOAA. They are brightly colored and oddly soothing as they trace the unsteadied atmosphere as it washes out of the plains and over our western end of the state. Outside is quite different; outside it is dark, made more so by the punctuated hot blue momentary light. Should our fragile power fail us, it might get darker yet.
The rain smells fresh, and the compression of the air sends rumbles loud down the street, fooling car alarms and adding their feeble voices to the night. I remember from childhood to count seconds from the flash, and I remember, too, to count from zero, but I have forgotten what the number means. The atmosphere is angry and has rendered the radios useless. Revelers on the street call out as a potent light, somehow brighter for its closeness, makes a noise to sound the very rending of the sky.
It is sometimes useful to wait up for things; I think I shall turn the light off myself, in a moment.
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