I love when storms.
I've said it before and I'll say it again.
I love storms.

Today's storm features lightning that shoots through the sky.
Lightning so fast and beautiful.
You have a moment to enjoy one beautiful moment and then another follows right at its heels.

Rain is lightly tapping on my window.
Nothing overwhelming, a gentle touch, as if the water falling from the sky wants me to acknowledge that it is here beside me.

A storm like this is too beautiful to ignore.
So I walked outside.
The rain quickly made my shirt heavy.
But as the magic water from the sky weighed me down, I couldn't help but feel free.

I can't quite figure it out, but there is something joyous in the simplicity of allowing yourself to be swallowed in the sounds of a summer storm.

I know I should be asleep.
It's getting late, and I have things to do in the morning.
But the thing is I just don't want to.

Daytime is always so busy and loud.
I love the quiet darkness.
A chance to sit and think.
Actually think.
Not think about stocking shelves or mopping floors.
Think about me. And you.

These moments never seem to happen when the sun is in the sky.
When these moments come, I feel the need to sit in them and soak up the chance to dream of how things could be.

Maybe that's why I have a hard time falling asleep.
Because the night is the only time I get to think of you.

Some people say they're afraid of thunder.
I don't understand that.
I find it beautiful.
The howl of wind,
The pounding of rain from the midnight sky.

And then for a moment, lightning illuminates the darkness.
My heart beat quickens with anticipation.
I know what comes next.
BOOM.

Four simple letters simply can't do it justice.
I love the sound,
A sound so big it seems to swallow me whole.
If your lucky, it might last longer than an instant.
Maybe a second or two or three.
But in that second, it demands to be heard.

So powerful, yet somehow so calming.

Did I mention I love thunder?

So there I was,
Just scrolling thru Instagram,
When I had a realization:

I want a hammock.

I wish that I could reverse the clock,
And freeze time.
So I'd never have to say goodbye to you.

A moment only happens once.
You don't know the value of that moment till it's gone.
Maybe a day later, maybe a year, maybe one second later.
But the moment is gone, never to be repeated.

The value of a moment is worth more than the value of a dollar.
A conversation more valuable than a pay check.
Life is not measured by a number with a dollar sign in front of it.

Life is measured in moments.
Love the moment.

I feel so small.
I see others making foot prints in the sand all over the world,
But I'm confined to my small corner,
Desperately trying to carve my name in some sort of stone.

Everyone wants to make an impact.
Eveyone wants to leave their mark.
But are those marks really scars left on the world.
Not our gift to man, but just another side affect of living.

We want to be noticed by the universe.
But why even try, when eventually, there will be nothing left.
Are your footprints any better than my lack there of?
Does it even matter?  

I sure as hell hope so.