UPDATE:
I like thunderstorms. The other day it hailed for a brief moment, and the sound of it smacking against the skylight in the kitchen was soothing. There is rarely ever lightning out here so the soft rumble of thunder actually made me homesick. Lightning strikes so close that sound like cannons and rattle the windows is what I miss. Being scared to talk on a landline or take a shower never happens out here. I never have to check and make sure I am wearing rubber-soled shoes when I make a dash outside or that the hair on my arms isn't standing on end.
My roommates dog is terrified of thunder. I thought she was having a stroke the first time she flipped out. Her whole body was in spasms and she wouldn't leave my side. It wasn't even real thunder either, more like a 'pardon me'. What a fucking pussy dog.
Although I can empathize, I too grew up with a lightning phobia. My fear grew out of having been so close to several strikes when I was very young. I always sensed an intelligence there also, an ambivalent intelligence. I think in some cultures they refer to that as 'God' or 'Gullymah' or 'The Grand Wazoo'.
One of the most beautiful and terrifying things I have ever seen was a sunset cast against a thunderhead from a plane. Lightning was arcing out of the sides wildly and it was all cast in oranges and pinks. I could have done without flying into it though. I asked or possibly begged the flight attendant to avoid flying into the thunderstorm at all costs. She assured me that we were going to fly around it. All I could do was sit there helpless as we sailed straight towards it. Inside it was black with the frequent strobe of lights that lit up the wings from my window seat. Having just seen John Lithgow in The Twilight Zone didn't help either.
I like thunderstorms. The other day it hailed for a brief moment, and the sound of it smacking against the skylight in the kitchen was soothing. There is rarely ever lightning out here so the soft rumble of thunder actually made me homesick. Lightning strikes so close that sound like cannons and rattle the windows is what I miss. Being scared to talk on a landline or take a shower never happens out here. I never have to check and make sure I am wearing rubber-soled shoes when I make a dash outside or that the hair on my arms isn't standing on end.
My roommates dog is terrified of thunder. I thought she was having a stroke the first time she flipped out. Her whole body was in spasms and she wouldn't leave my side. It wasn't even real thunder either, more like a 'pardon me'. What a fucking pussy dog.
Although I can empathize, I too grew up with a lightning phobia. My fear grew out of having been so close to several strikes when I was very young. I always sensed an intelligence there also, an ambivalent intelligence. I think in some cultures they refer to that as 'God' or 'Gullymah' or 'The Grand Wazoo'.
One of the most beautiful and terrifying things I have ever seen was a sunset cast against a thunderhead from a plane. Lightning was arcing out of the sides wildly and it was all cast in oranges and pinks. I could have done without flying into it though. I asked or possibly begged the flight attendant to avoid flying into the thunderstorm at all costs. She assured me that we were going to fly around it. All I could do was sit there helpless as we sailed straight towards it. Inside it was black with the frequent strobe of lights that lit up the wings from my window seat. Having just seen John Lithgow in The Twilight Zone didn't help either.
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I agree the visuals were great, but I was right up front, so I was keeping my eyes more on Laetitia than anything else. She is VERY beautiful, imho. I will be posting photos on the yahoo group later today. I drove from Portland at 3:30am to get home to Bend. (I wouldn't have been able to sleep anyways...very sleepy now.
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