It was clouded, the lighting was evident and we knew that the rain was coming. Soon thunder started to sing, and the lightning started to dance to its singing, to its voice. As I just walked and listened to the art and the performance in the sky. Everything was quiet then thunder took a solo. This one note was strenuous, like if god had cracked a whip in the sky. For one moment everything was silent, the world stopped. After a few moments all I heard was my own footsteps and the cars.
December 3, 2010