Night Light

I'm sitting here in the silence of my house, everyone is tucked away but me and it's only 9:05pm. What??!! Complete, utter silence. It's beautiful. A gorgeous storm is lighting up the sky and it is breathtaking. I love watching rain fall. Every few seconds the entire sky lights up and every now and then thunder crashes in the distance.



It reminds me of when I was 19 years old. My little Mazda pick up with the camper shell was packed to the ceiling with everything I owned in this world...which wasn't much. My Mom, a great friend and I squeezed together on the bench seat driving across country without airconditioning in the middle of summer, caravaning with some other friends to an unkown place. Well, I mean I knew where I was going, but Tulsa may have been Africa to a 19 year old girl who'd lived in the same house on the same street her entire life.

We left early in the morning and drove late into the night. It was hot. Consumingly hot. We sang songs. We talked, took pictures, laughed, cried about me moving so far away from just about everything I'd ever known, and laughed some more. When we reached Texas a storm, much like this one, lit up the long flat road ahead of us. The black night shone bright as day as the lightning covered the sky.I remember the way it made me feel. Like the world was so much bigger than me yet, somehow my life still meant something. At least I was hoping and dreaming it did.

I had no idea where the next ten years would bring me, I could never have guessed that I'd be sitting here right now. Ideas change, Ideals can change, but somehow, somewhere in the midst of it all hoping and praying my life will mean something to this world I live in. Right now, I'm content to know that there are at least a few inside this house that think so.