Longing for the Storm
A spark to dust off the numbing cobwebs of life
I awake this morning to the smell of sea salt and electricity. My cracked window blows an impending storm into my room, and I jump out of bed. For me, a heavy thunderstorm crackles with mystery and adventure — I yearn to soak it in. In my bed, I stretch and catch a whiff of myself. God, I stink. When was my last shower?