change is a storm, storms bring change

[mckitterick]

It's just starting to storm here in Lawrence, wind dragging the grass this way and that, hissing across the windowsills. Long thunder. And now the rain begins, smearing the window that overlooks the stairs in my house. The street was as grey as the sky, but now it's turning black. Wind-driven rain sounds like great handfuls of sand thrown at the window or poured across the shingles overhead.

I'll be riding my scooter through the rain to my workshop group soon, then back across town to teach a class. I've always loved storms. I don't mind getting wet as I drive hither and yon. But I am tired of the emotional variety of heavy weather. I'm ready for a bit of calm.

Chris