I want a storm tonight

and I think I'm going to get one. The map has a lot of red, I want some red, some red with that yellow blobbed around it like a loopy topo map with lots of green just behind. I want to hear the red boom and see the yellow bolt, let the green soak my head and hair and drip from my nose and chin and down my bare body in the dark. I want that kind of start to this week. Only one year in the last six have I not seen magic during this third week of September, this end of summer week. I'll see and feel magic again this week. This will another one of those special weeks in the Septembers of my life and maybe, just maybe, it will be the first week of the rest of my life and not just the next week of the rest of my life. I already know I'll stare love in the face and get a heart piercing. I know I'll hold softness and rub up against joy the way a cat arches and leans against your leg

Whatever else the week may bring, it will bring that, and that is already more than enough. More than more than enough is just........more. Not that I couldn't use a little more, I'm growing weary of less, but it will come as it comes. I wouldn't trade any of what I have for anything I don't.

But tonight I want a storm and I think I hear some red. Maybe it's my storm before my calm.