In the eye of the storm

A late night storm can being with it the perfect calm. Or not. I guess it depends on where you are. Fortunately I was tucked up safe as were those I cared about (mostly). So as the sky flickered and the rains poured I enjoyed the majesty of the view and my glass of merlot. Actually I thing I had two, but during an exceptional storm, who actually counts these trivial things?

When the break came, I found myself wandering the sidewalks of my neighborhood. They were still warm from the heat of the day. It made for a really pleasurable sensory contrast to the slightly cool breeze that wafted through the night. The smell of the rain on the summer blooms was amazing. I thought to myself that it was odd that the street was so empty given how incredibly beautiful the night had become. I meandered for awhile just letting my mind drift with the breeze. A friend of mine would say it is not possible to think of nothing. Yet I can tell you that when I found my self in front of the school it came as a surprise. I had definitely wandered farther than I intended, especially as I knew the lapse in the rain was only temporary. Somewhere between the time I left the front door and noticed how lovely the night was and the time I found myself in front of the school, I did cease thinking. I just absorbed the night.

With this fabulous center of calm, I made my way back home. And lucky I did too, as the rain came crashing down as I found my driveway. Peeking through the garage door, I held on to those last few moments of my walk. Remembering only then that the tornado watch was on til one o'clock and it was just then moving toward midnight.

Perhaps that was the magic then. I walked in the eye of the storm. Or the eye of the storm held my mind's eye. Either way - what a fabulous night.