Rain and wind

When you really see something for the first time it's like you're the only person who is really seeing it.

What you see wakes you up and you have to tell somebody else about what you've seen.

The storm woke me at 3 a.m. It sounded like the ocean was right outside the door, the sound the wind makes when the wind meets the tall trees behind the house. I could hear rainfall and wind and trees whirling around out there all at the same time. I wanted to tell someone else to wake up, but someone else was asleep.

I walked downstairs. Gibbon's Decline and Fall was on the table. I walked right past it and into the kitchen for a glass of water.

I didn't turn on a light, I kept the house in the darkness it prefers at 3 a.m.and just listened. I was pleased it wasn't me I was listening to, as I had nothing to say, and that I could just listen and let what was happening outside speak for me.  

All I was hearing was a passing storm, but it was like the earth was speaking the words creation and destruction directly to me. I wanted to tell someone else about what I was hearing but there was nobody else to tell.

So I opened the front door and took a picture.