I swear the silent lightning woke me up, though I’d be hard pressed to explain how, scientifically, that could have happened. Maybe a magnetic force drew me to the window? Or else my eyelids are unusually thin. Whatever the reason, I woke to see whole sections of the sky lit up with fabulous flashes of silent, white light. It was strange enough to get me out of bed. I hovered for several minutes, watching the aerial pyrotechnics, until I realized I really wasn’t awake enough to stand so close to the head of the stairs.

Hours later, the thunder rolled through. Then the rains came.

But that lightning was the most amazing thing! I’ve never seen heat lightning like that back east (In NYC, that kind of quiet brightness would’ve indicated a store opening, or a film being made). It was a good reason to miss some sleep last night…and an even better excuse to employ yet another glorious head cave, where my racing dreams mixed with the roar of the thunder until the alarm clock finally shattered my sleep.