Thunder in the Mountains {a lonesome conversation about the great unknown}

Thunder in the Mountains
{a lonesome conversation about the great unknown}


A little over a week ago, I was living life in the middle majestic mountains of Virginia- Duffield, to be exact. On Wednesday night, the most beautiful thunderstorm came rolling in. Have you ever just sat and listened? Growing up, I loved to sit in the upstairs porch at my Nana and Pawpa's home. There is something so relaxing about listening to a storm build and build- finally giving into the lightning strikes.

"One, two, three..."

We would count those crashing sounds, figuring out just how far away the storm was... Living in Florida, thunderstorms are the normal routine for our summer evenings. I still go out and sit on the porch, waiting for the deep voice of nature. What is Thunder, exactly? Thunder- a loud rumbling or crashing noise heard after a lightning flash due to the expansion of rapidly heated air. This wondrous song of the storm is expressed because of AIR, AIR?! -how breathtaking.

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{Feel free to skip my rant... Or read it to better understand the insanity that takes place in my thought-process}

        As humans, we are always searching to compare what we can't fully understand to the
        simplest of things. I am no different, perhaps, I am the most foolish- when I think of
        giving Thunder another, more comparable human voice, I'd give it Jeff Bridge's
        voice. (Figures out I am completely off point... cue Jeff Bridges and the Abiders on
        Spotify.

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Where was I headed? So... back to last Wednesday night, the whole point of this story. I'm laying on top of a plastic mattress on the bottom bunk. The humidity had just fallen and the stickiness was slowly beginning to leave the cabin air. As the storm begins to build, I begin to loose my thoughts to the enormity of the storm, currently brewing. In these moments, I had never felt more at peace with the fact that I am so small- so insignificant (but not in a depressing fashion). My conversation was short and I can't even remember everything I spoke, but I do know it was brief, yet astounding. Never had I been so thankful for the privilege to hear the crashing outside my window.

I hope you all are able to have a similar experience, something you struggle to explain, but that the complexity brings an enormous smile across your face.

Because I desperately love quotes, I wanted to share this one with you... "I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb into bed with the thunder." -Amanda Mosher

P.S. - If you didwww.dreamingwithjeff.com read my blurb about Jeff Bridges, take a second to check out his latest project.
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Until Next Time,
H.