It smelled like clouds when I woke up. My window open since yesterday, and the night was gentle and the night was soft. The storm brewed quietly this morning and I walked to the pond unraveling the tangles in my brain and I heard a shot so close so loud and deafening it stopped me mid heartbeat.
Go away. Just go.
I haven't heard any since then. The hunters went home early perhaps because of the sky. 66 degrees today seems so false and beautiful. It was not raining yet when I was out. I was talking to God in the woods. Then it stormed when I was safely indoors, a troubled storm that drove hard in fits and slowed suddenly to sweetness, on and off alternating back and forth. The weather is in love, I thought. And when it had made its mind to be steady a while, I walked in the field catching raindrops in my hands.
Be strong and courageous