Jul 5 3:08am – The storm is over. The lightning rain wind has subsided. The rumbles of thunder roll in now from far distances. All that remains are some vivid memories of stark sometimes scary strikes of storm. I now only hear the low purring of the dependable air conditioner. Tomorrow, when the sun rises, I’ll need to start picking up the debris left by the winds. I somehow don’t care too much about the debris but I have some inner urge to get on with it and get it picked up just because. See what I can do. See what I’m capable of. See what is going to happen. There is beauty majesty fear in a powerful storm. There can also be beauty majesty fear in the ordinary daily drumbeat of life. Ready or not, here I go.