3.29.2005

Lightning

Coming home from coffee last night, sitting comfortably in a Jetta bucketseat and staring at a wicked impending storm front, I got goose bumps. One of those moments when the stark blackness contrasts against the fire-violet sunset sky and reminds you of the intangible power around us. The sight stopped me mid sentence and wiped my mind clean of its trivial thoughts.

Then I remembered sitting at Jason's house, chatting and waiting for Lauren to arrive after a long day of substituting. The sun had set on a clear afternoon, but the wind-induced creaks and strong scent of moisture indicated something substantial had invaded the empty skies. Lauren came in and we scurried out the back screen door to admire Mother Nature's ire. It took some coaxing, but we persuaded Jason to join us.

The three of us sat down, back to back to back, on the moist and overgrown grass in the yard; stared upward at the technics display of lights, shadows, crashes. From above I'm sure we looked like some strange paisley design: one bald head, one beanie-clad head, and one ball of curls, lots of white teeth and mouths agape in awe-struck silence. The moment erased time, or better yet reversed it, and we all felt like five-year-old children experiencing thunder and lightning for the first time ever.

Jason, especially, emanated the vibe of a young child. Well into his chemotherapy treatments, and far from finished, he clutched his lanky legs to his chest with frail arms and bony fingers, chuckling, laughing, then quiet. He began shivering even before Lauren did, and I was soon half-naked having passed my coat onto Jason and my sweatshirt to Lauren. I went inside to grab more cloth and they remained spine-to-spine, losing themselves in the wonder and humility only such occurrences can instill.

We all finally came in, by then well-beyond damp and ready for hot beverages and dry duds. A phone call, some TV, a meal later, we had all aged twenty-years again. Old and calloused and mature just like before the storm.

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