Monday, May 3, 2010
Rocked a sick Fray to sleep outside this morning underneath the big maple with a storm blowing in. (Cue Stevie - oui! Live in Paris.)
There is more mystery in a southern storm - I think I believe that more than just wanting to believe it. I lived for the pea green skies and house-shaking thunder in Raleigh. I used to pour myself a glass of wine, settle into the porch swing, and listen to the lightening crack. Our neighbors did the same - nothing like a wild storm to bring people outside.
Our house in Vermont sits on top of a hill, and the wind is what matters here.
Conclusion - a storm is best experienced in an old house. Wait - everything is.
(Photo Credit - Gaston Callum via The Architecturalist)
(Photo Credit 2 - "The Powerline Capital of the World" by Steve Rob - Southern Decay stream on Flickr)