Hello Storm — Good-Bye Electricity

There’s a symphony of chainsaws and generators out there. They follow a prologue of howling winds that brought the trees down before a drop of rain fell. Thunder and lightning so close, I thought it might strike inside. 

The sun behind the clouds has gone down and it is suddenly dark. And sweltering from the heatwave that clothes my neighborhood even now.

The Great Summer Writing Retreat continues. One hundred days of writing unedited ideas and following a prompt to its sometimes illogical conclusion.


Note - writing again with one finger and a mobile phone.