Yesterday i drove two hours, through a thunderstorm into a hazy blue sky and through another downpour. The air was electric and clean. i figured out how to balance the wind with my music. i recognized places from my previous venture that direction.

i arrived to another blue sky, all the ducks quacking and chickens fretting, pigs layin’ around. A farmer just showered. i felt comfortable after the fresh laundering of my drive.

There was still more storm. Gorgeous lightning. The power went out and my phone didn’t have service. Thunder rumbled but the rain didn’t last. The lightning came to perform. We alternated awed gasps and questions of whether the other had seen that one.

The air reminded me of jungle, smelled like the North. i breathed deeply of only my first new experience that evening. My dinner came from a restaurant right to my hands. The sky i ate under was halved: the west blue and clear, meeting east in golden grey. Interlacing these, itself halved in dim gold and sweet blue, growing nestled among wildly lit clouds, a rainbow formed as i chewed.

Ducks and geese all love the rain. i watched their farmer tend his birds as they tooted little honks and chirped small quacks. The pigs hopped around squonking. They could hear him mixing the feed. He wore a headlamp in waning light.

i carried an oil lantern, called myself an explorer. The night stayed punctuated by electricity. Ever stronger, it crackled quietly through each of us, sneaking out in whines. Surging, bursting forth into compliments.

When the sky was all the way dark it really wasn’t. There was a screech and i hoped it was an owl. The moon had the night off but there was still so much bright. A night obscured by stars that beamed and played all over each other, all around us. i saw one fall.