Last night we drove back home through the night. Mike made me a little nest of pillows and blankets in the back, we tucked Jude into his carseat with his beloved blanket, Mike popped in Harry Potter on CD and off we went into the sunset, palm trees swaying behind us.
Between Baker and Barstow, at about midnight, Mike called to me quietly and I roused from my nest to crawl into the front seat. A lightening storm surrounded us in the black night. Thick, zig-zagging streaks of lightening touched down all around us, so close, lighting the sky with dramatic electric, flourescent light. I gripped Mike's arm, mesmerized, awed, a little scared. Jim Dale reading Harry Potter played quietly in the background and Jude slept on. Mike dropped his hand from the wheel and we held hands through the storm. Watching the lighting together felt intimate beautiful, these cracking, brilliant flashes touching down all around us while we traveled safely on.
23 hours ago
4 comments:
i love this! just last night a lightning storm filled the BKK skies and woke up the two of us. the flashes of light broke through the crack of the curtains and danced on the walls while the thunder that coincided reverbed in the skies. it reminded me of florida lightning storms too. oh man, you make me see the poetry in every day occurences.
I love a good lightning storm!
Hey Emily...it's Megan Lee. I happened to see your blog on the lawschool's and thought I'd say hi. It was so nice to meet you guys this summer. Hopefully we will see you around this year!
Beautiful! I would love to see a lightning storm. Someday. I'm glad you got to enjoy a spectacular family memory now.
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