It's a night that doesn't deserve television but only a good book read from a chair by the window. Storms remind me of home. Standing on the porch, feeling brave but so frightened at the same time. Waiting until the last minute to find refuge in the trash closet praying that everything will be okay.
I always seem to jump the gun too soon. In this instance I would pack food, my favorite electronics, my dog and a change of warm clothes only to find myself having a big mess once the skies were clear. In other instances I have a tendency to conform or answer too soon. I'm quick to judge but thank goodness, slow to speak.
Enjoy a night of blogging, reading and just watching out that window like it's a television. Turn to channel WIRF (watching idiots run fast), eat something sweet and relax.
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