Thunderstorms
Mykala surprised me at the gym today. I saw a young lady out of the corner of my eye, and it was my wife! I don’t like being away from her, at all, even during my gym time. Nine years into our relationship, this seems like a good sign. We talk and talk and talk and take walks and picnics and spend such wonderful hours together. We joke about going to work at the same place, like maybe I can work at a dental building and she can work in an adjoining suite… but that’s a reality I would be thrilled with! After all, marriages aren’t about time apart.
There is a thunderstorm rolling through right now. After weeks of extreme humidity that has turned the papers in our house to rags and our dispositions into heat-addled crabbiness, the rain is a relief. I’ve thrown open the windows that aren’t painted shut, and the house is finally giving up its heat to cooler air. There’s no lullaby like thunder.