Nature in the Hands of the God

Last night, somewhere between lightning striking and rain washing away the imperfections of this world, I stood, sort of just frozen by something like a realization–only, I’m not sure what the realization was.

Out past the driveway to my home, in the midst of the growing fog, I was humbled, or awed, or joyful… or any other precious spiritually emotional moment that the English language doesn’t quite do justice. A force greater than I had ripped away the escape of television, of net access, with a rather loud bang! moments earlier, and the quiet calm that settled in afterwards drew me outside.

My neighbors were tucked away safely in their darkened homes, and even our normally-boisterous pair of Jack Russells were asleep. I stood on the road outside, warm mist swirling and blurring the light coming from our front porch, wishing that I could share the moment with someone.

And so, I share it with you.

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