There’s a lightning storm over Houston. I look out my window and it only flickers at first. Then again. And again. I’ve seen this a thousand times from the ground, but never been in it; a lightning storm.

It’s amazing how perspective changes things. The beauty. The majesty. Such illumination dancing across the skies; so delicately, so graceful. I feel ashamed watching it as if human eyes weren’t meant to behold. Like the whispers and embrace of lovers behind closed doors – it is meant only for them.Still I watch – afraid at any moment it will end. But it doesn’t. More and more the light dances. It is rapturous in design. The things eyes weren’t ever mean to see.