A Gift From Ol' Mom
Tonite is a strange one. It is now October, and things should be turning towards colder weather, but I sit here at 1:30 in the morning and get the utmost pleasure from a thunder storm that is sweeping the area. It is warm outside, and I have a fan in the window to let me smell the strange perfume of a late night storm. Today, the weather was freaky - very windy, with strange gusts of winds that I can't remember observing before. (Like it hasn't happened. We old fucks have a memory retention issue!) The wind gusted with both tropical warmth, and the coolness of October. I told Rosie to watch the weather, and promptly went to bed, snuggling in a nice warm nest and listening to my favorite wind theme singing its own sweet and secret song to me.
It is not as good as it should be - I look over a fucking parking lot and see rain bouncing off pavement, but the lighting - what little I can observe, is awesome, and the thunder has a pleasing, comforting sound as it rumbles in the distance.
I talked to a good friend in FL the other day - Ken, like me, is a Viet vet and has all the same old issues. Pretty soon, folks, us old dinosaurs will be gone, so not to worry! But Ken doen not like the storms as much as I, and I guess I understad that. Stupid shit lives in FL, where they had the storm of the century not long ago! Duh! What's with that?
I am not sure where he served. I did a lot of time in the Mekong Delta, and up around Monkey Mountain, and the sounds of 8 inch guns firing from a battlewagon pleased me. I love the fuckin' great power those mean motherfuckers had! I will never forget the 54K ton cruiser rolling in the waters of the gulf when we touched those bad boys off...
And storms kinda have the same effect, ya know? Fire and lightnin', folks - all the good shit...
We do not take time to think about old Mom Nature much any more. Too wrapped up in our own shitty little lives and gettin' ahead. But ya know what? We STILL need to stop and smell the roses, whether we like it or not. Nature has no choice but to get in the way. We all need to take the time to enjoy a late in the year storm.
Drive on,
Charlie~
Tonite is a strange one. It is now October, and things should be turning towards colder weather, but I sit here at 1:30 in the morning and get the utmost pleasure from a thunder storm that is sweeping the area. It is warm outside, and I have a fan in the window to let me smell the strange perfume of a late night storm. Today, the weather was freaky - very windy, with strange gusts of winds that I can't remember observing before. (Like it hasn't happened. We old fucks have a memory retention issue!) The wind gusted with both tropical warmth, and the coolness of October. I told Rosie to watch the weather, and promptly went to bed, snuggling in a nice warm nest and listening to my favorite wind theme singing its own sweet and secret song to me.
It is not as good as it should be - I look over a fucking parking lot and see rain bouncing off pavement, but the lighting - what little I can observe, is awesome, and the thunder has a pleasing, comforting sound as it rumbles in the distance.
I talked to a good friend in FL the other day - Ken, like me, is a Viet vet and has all the same old issues. Pretty soon, folks, us old dinosaurs will be gone, so not to worry! But Ken doen not like the storms as much as I, and I guess I understad that. Stupid shit lives in FL, where they had the storm of the century not long ago! Duh! What's with that?
I am not sure where he served. I did a lot of time in the Mekong Delta, and up around Monkey Mountain, and the sounds of 8 inch guns firing from a battlewagon pleased me. I love the fuckin' great power those mean motherfuckers had! I will never forget the 54K ton cruiser rolling in the waters of the gulf when we touched those bad boys off...
And storms kinda have the same effect, ya know? Fire and lightnin', folks - all the good shit...
We do not take time to think about old Mom Nature much any more. Too wrapped up in our own shitty little lives and gettin' ahead. But ya know what? We STILL need to stop and smell the roses, whether we like it or not. Nature has no choice but to get in the way. We all need to take the time to enjoy a late in the year storm.
Drive on,
Charlie~
posted by Charlie Allnut | 10:38 PM
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