Massive thunderstorms with wild lightning crashed through the night here. Buckets of rain. House rattling thunder. And this morning, the tree branches and shrubs drip rhythmically in slightly cool, moist air.
Weird for the seventh of January, but I guess it's better than 14" of snow on the ground. Fog is moving in now, thick swirls which begin to obscure the houses on the other side of the street.
So sitting here with a cup of coffee, reflecting on seasons and changes and plans and the odds and ends of life in general, is all made a little more real, with such a surreal weather.
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