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The Sky Was Electric |
We were parked facing the road. My trunk faced the ocean. The granite seawall separated us from the excited sea below. The trunk was up in my car, and we sat uncomfortably upon trash, cd’s, books, bottles beer cans, ice skates, and clothes. A storm was outside our little world complete with screaming thunder and dancing lightning; the night and rain was warm. The rain drops fell around us giving us a gentle music as it drummed against the roof. We were just talking then. You called out NOW and to my amazement and joy you actually were right as a massive bolt struck the sea. We played with this, calling out the sky. We were something else. We always guessed right. I wonder now months later, why it was all we talked about was the future when right there we were more free than ever. As the storm ended we chased it. Laughing, with wipers at full speed we drove looking for our lightning. Somehow it was always behind us. Now so far away and different I wonder if you look back and think as I do, how wonderful it would be to ride one of those lightning bolts; to be with them until they broke. |