h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It is amazing to me that the only thing that blossoms in my mind when I think of last night is seething anger pulled into a physical reality of gently rolling, distant thunder. It was very soothing actually, almost cathartic.

I love the deep rumble of thunder at night. It is fuller than it is in the day, more comunicative. It sings burried songs of fear and frustration. It burns with the shock of adrenaline at first, the lightning playing with anticipation, then fades into a memory of its former self. And when it's gone, the gentle patter of falling rain lulls a sense of security, until the blackness is rent again with fortelling of its coming.

How does one converse about such things? When I try to remember last night recall only: Dr. Who (Daviros specifically), an oriental brush paint set bought in Calgary (remembering how naturally Michael took to painting bamboo stalks and cranes), and a sleek spider (looking like a black crab) waving its frontmost legs in the air (repetitively) from the top of a manila envelope. I havent had enough thunder lately. What does that sound like in a glass canyon? Do you know?

A glass canyon?
I would imagine thunder to be sharper. With streaked neon-colored refractions of its particular portent. The overly-bright rainbow hues would diminish within the staggering tidal wave of this sharp new sound, rumble to roar in mere moments. Then, wasting like anger after the killing blow is driven home, the crackling foil echos to death, trying to justify its former might with slowly softening sporatic shouts of glory.

Though I wasn't there to see your spider, I remember Daviros from fond memories of the cool basement on summer nights. On those simple nights when whatever crept there didn't stir. I had forgotten the stalks of bamboo and the cranes, they fell to the background to make room for words and sex. Silly of me.

Every once in a while, you remind me that the world is the world but you are my blood yet so much more. There is everlasting and deep joy in this.

And the thunder echos on...