I’ve never really feared storms until tonight. Seeing lightning strike right in front of me and followed by the rumble of the Earth split seconds later is simply daunting.
Here on this floating rock, our home. There are so many things that can kill us. But storms. Storms don’t discriminate, they don’t strike based on gender, race, or belief.
It’s one of the few things that I’ve come to respect very quickly. During my trip to Chicago, I looked outside the window very frequently to see the clouds translate amid each other at different elevations. Bifurcating, intersecting, and moving in parallel directions. Translating to me that the world is very, very big.