In summer, for me at least, the natural world feels closer. Today a rush of thunderstorms blew through our little town, mercifully breaking the heat. I watched the rain lash against Tussey Ridge until again I had the sensation that I was living in the clouds. Sometimes in the mornings the mist is low enough that I cannot separate cloud and sky in my mind's eye.
The plants were thirsty, they benefited from the moisture. Plans were disrupted, lightening crossed the sky, and cars drove with their flashers on. Afterwords, I napped, remembering the peace that can come after such bluster. I am more at peace than I have been for many years; in my writing I have been thinking about how we humans are not so different from the animals that surround us. Our dog seeks shelter in the rain; the mice that inhabited our garage over the winter flee their abode; and in my new house I can feel again. It is comforting to realize that I have followed the same passage that Dennis Ortman describes: "animals fight, freeze, or flee when threatened."--Dennis Ortman
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