The Storm

I am here in Texas…waiting…watching..

There is a lightning storm right above my head. It is humbling to see the sheer power of a storm of this magnitude. Bolts of white slither across the skies at remarkable speeds, and at remarkable quantities. A thunder storm in California may produce a shot of electricity here..or there… but in Texas…haha..

Everything’s bigger!

Twenty or more electric charges will hit at once…some in the sky…some on the ground…some spiking and splitting into a dozen or more shafts. There are bolts so bright it hurts the eyes. The rain will come soon, and it too is immense. I’ve seen whole parking lots fill with water in less than 5 minutes. Canals overflow in 10 minutes! Gutters instantaneously disappear unable to handle the down pour. Driving through these storms is next to impossible. One can not see out the windshield for all the water that is literally cascading like a waterfall over the glass.

WOW….what a show.

To be safe to myself and others…I’m parking it for the night. Somewhere close is the sound of some industry machine or other. It has a very strange lowly moan that reverberates into the dark. A mournful wail akin to the sound of an orca or humpback keeps sounding…and sounding…rhythmic, steady, …it is very melancholy. Its voice has put me much in the same mood.
It has me thinking why my soul is so restless. I’ve never thought of myself as a traveler, and yet I go crazy to stop for more than a week somewhere. It is not even adventure I wish for, because I have seen Adventure many times….mostly for the nightmare part of it…and I’m still left wanting. Wanting what I’m not sure…all I know is that I will wait out this storm, fascinated by its phantasmagorical lights and shadows, and then onward to meet the lonely road and run her never-ending courses…

The Magicians Owl