Last night we had a pretty epic lightning storm. It didn’t hit as close to home as the bolt that struck a tree at the resort in late June but the pyrotechnic show was phenomenal.
As kids during any great thunderstorm, my brother and I would turn our couch to face out the picture window to watch the display in the sky. While I could count the high number of my friends who I knew were shuddering under their beds, my brother and I were face to face with the awesome display of nature and the power of a storm.
(image credit: National Geographic)
Last night I felt just like that kid again. I propped myself up on my couch, faced out the window with a glass of wine in my hand and watched in awe as arcs of light graced the sky. And although my brother wasn’t on the same couch, he was watching the storm through a different window. Some things will never change.