2001-05-28 One of my favorite memories about a lightning storm was about three years ago while on vacation in Florida. My dad, step-mother, and were in a little condo right on the beach. Our porch over looked the water. I remember one night, waking up at around three in the morning, and being drawn to sit out on the porch. I walked out onto the porch, and the air was humid, like it is right after a rain storm, but it was also cool on my skin. I sat in a chair, watching the mood reflect on the water. It reminded me of those post card images you see splashed around in magazines. Then, I watched as a bold of lightning streaked gracefully out of one of the clouds hovering over the ocean. I watched as the flash of light hit the water, causing it to spout up, and splash quietly back down. I was amazed as I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on them. The night was so quiet, so still. All I could hear were the waves lapping at the beach, and the distant rumble of thunder. I don't know how long I sat out there, watching the lightning do it's little dance, leaping from one cloud, to the next, and then zooming toward the ocean. It was like I had been transported a million miles away from my body. I no longer had to think, to act, I had simply to be. When I was finally to sore to sit and watch any longer, I went and curled up in my bed, falling asleep instantly, with the weight of life lifted off my shoulders. I'd like to thank everyone who commented on my last entry. I can never express how much it means to me to know that something I have written as affected another person for the better. Jenne wrote a really good entry about coming out tonight, I think everyone should go and read it. Well, the thunderstorm is getting closer, and I would like to get this posted before the thunderstorm, in it's thunderstorm nature, decides to knock the power out. <-//->
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