Sunday, August 28, 2011

Come On Irene

Last night I weathered the storm with a friend since we were both going to be alone. She has three huge skylights and an upstairs door leading to the roof. We kept the door and her back door open as we made tacos, drank wine and watched crappy movies. At one point a neighbor came by to invite us to a building party. We visited with neighbors who also kept their door open as we all watched the rain and wind get progressively heavier and fast but nowhere near the panic-inducing destruction the news was promising it would be. We went to bed around 1 a.m. and at 4:30 I woke up and the storm was pretty extreme but in that awe-inspiring way. I love a good rain storm and aside from an incredible thunder storm I experienced in Dallas, Texas in 2005, this was the biggest storm I've ever witnessed. I don't know if it still qualifies as a hurricane but I think I'm okay with that, too. It is also not lost on me how lucky I am that I can actually enjoy a good storm. I have a nice comfy place to be, I am not responsible for anyone else nor do I need to entertain. At this point in my life, I can just listen and watch rain dance along a skylight. Lately I have been feeling a yearning for something more and I'm not sure what it is. I keep telling myself to enjoy the now, something that can be monumentally hard to achieve. But right NOW, in this moment, there is nothing more I want...except for Mike to be sitting here with me.

1 comment:

Carmen said...

sounds nice. that apt seems perfect for listening to rain storms