Thursday, May 22, 2008

contrite


Rough weather makes me feel alive. I can't get enough of thunderstorms to ever be tired of them. I'll stand outside even if I can feel the electricity in the air, just to hear the strange pattern thunder makes when tearing a path through clouds. Grunts, grumbles, hissing, sizzling, popping, churning and turning like a rotating speaker. It's fucking beautiful. I vividly remember standing at the window as a kid, watching the most amazing forks of lightning streak across the sky over the fields of my grandfathers farm in North Dakota. Pitch black nights would be lit up like it was 12 noon for as far as the eye could see. There are reasons why some need such things. Perhaps it reflects what's going on inside - makes one feel as if they are not alone. I feel a kind of kindred spirit when lightning and thunder are near. Like an old pal has come to visit. In Southern California this pal doesn't come often enough.

Travel for this year is looking bleak. I know I'll be spending time on the Oregon coast in August. Surfing this summer at Seal beach. The annual Big Bear trip. I'll be up there this weekend, but the weather may dictate staying indoors with a cozy fire. I'm thinking about San Diego for 4th of July. International trips still in my book include Kadavu Fiji, Samoa, Cook Islands, Moorea Tahiti (not likely...USD to Euro = less adventure), Costa Rica, and the rest of Central America for surfing. Puerto Rico has been catching my eye lately. All in all, the travel outlook partnered with rising airfare and shrinking airline schedules might make for a good year to plan a local road trip instead. I have never been to Sadona Arizona. Could be a pleasant food and wine trip. Add hiking. The weather there in November should be primo. Or, a winter trip to the mountains may be in order instead of a secluded island in the middle of the Pacific.
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"Living at the end of a string of one way tickets." - now that sounds like living.

1 comment:

Bee said...

Stormy weather feels so primal, cleansing and uncaring. I feel so small yet so big and connected at the same time when there is one around. Weird eh? I saw a massive tornado on the news, I think it was in Colorado (sp?) in the U.S. - wow! Scary but so awe inspiring...