My dear friend, Murph, my Bearded Dragon, is sitting with me on the front porch. We are watching lightning bugs. They are my most favorite insect. They are magical, strange,whimsical.
Moments later, we hear thunder, softly. A soft breeze, it smells wonderful. It too is magical, powerful, yet subtle.
I spot the sunset. I show Murph, but he is not interested. He wants to cuddle and sleep now.
So, I sit with him on the small covered front porch. I am getting rained on as I type. It’s …. well… it was soft and healing. Now, it’s potent. It’s a downpour …. going in. It’s a thunderstorm now.
What a change in only 15 minutes