last time i wrote about the weather it was inside the massive jumble of inconsequential thoughts arranged below. today i thought i would give it more justice. a long time ago when we painted my room i got used to the fact that its not a bad thing to leave your blinds up at night. even if there are stalker deer outside (i have confidence that they cant get me two stories up but i hide my head anyway) its worth it to be able to spy on the landscape. lately i find that i have been waking up in opportune moments to observe some beautiful stuff happening just outside my window. its odd to me because i usually wouldnt be awakened by this stuff but im glad i am now. i woke up early this morning (early is a relative term) and it was still dark out. i was surprised when i checked my clock to find that it was already six in the morning. odd... it was pitch dark out. then it started lightning again. this wasnt lightning i could see, possibly behind me, but again the kind that makes the sky a giant flashbulb with the soul purpose of erratically igniting the earth under its glow. cool though that it wasnt raining. almost like dry lightning, the stuff you feel that might catch things on fire at any time. what also amazed me was that the sky was firing with such abandon, so often that there was hardly a dull moment. beautiful stuff. after the pyro-show the sky lightened a bit and it started to pour as i gradually fell asleep again. its hard to deal with in the mornings but my eyes just wouldnt align for very long. all during the lightning show and the downpour i found myself constantly shaking my head just to keep my eyes from crossing every five seconds. eh, a nice price to pay anyway.

(i might mention here that karma caught up to me and i happened to awake at the cruelest time of all... the exact minute before your alarm goes off. no going back to sleep now... didnt help that it was the first day of school grrr)

the second spectacle of the morning occurred a few hours later while out on a country road driving to the city for school. the sky directly above me was bright with the sun rising to the east and light whispy clowds scattered at low altitudes that practically glowed with the new light. it had stopped raining long ago but the sky ahead was as bleak as you can get. i mean dark as night. it was odd to me, driving alone, to see the line of night and day as clear as a bell forming directly in front of me. would have been a little less ominous though if i hadnt felt like i was driving into the perfect storm. over to the west the clouds formed layers in the sky with the deep gray ones on top that billowed down toward the horizon growing darker and darker until they blended in with the near black of the rain just above the trees. another little anomoly here is that there were closer low glowing clouds that seemed to float along in front of the deep background like a fake fuzzy animal at the fair that you throw darts at for prizes. i hate to say that though because in reality they were beautiful and i have much more respect for them than that. id like to think that if i could drive back into the night that i wouldnt have to go to school as the schedule read but that just wasnt in the forecast and eventually, like many days to come, i found a parking spot on the 'burbs of hell and waltzed right in...