storm_walker raze i've always had a thing for miserable weather. not being stuck in the middle of it, but seeing it happen. watching a storm through a window and listening to the music it makes. i love that stuff. she loved that kind of weather in a different way. he said they took a vacation to florida once. there was a violent storm. thunder, wind, sheets of rain. the kind of storm you run from. when it hit, he had no idea where she was. she was on the beach, her wet face smiling, walking. maybe she was searching for the heart of the storm. maybe it made her feel alive. she never said. but she loved walking straight into a storm anytime the opportunity presented itself. she died on my second birthday. i have no memories of her. stories like that make me wish i could have known her. 180429 ... unhinged 'hey nic...go get me a trash bag. im gonna make you a raincoat. this is perfect weather for a walk in the rain kiddo!' my dad would take scissors and cut a head hole and two arm holes into a brown trash bag and pull it down over my head and make me go outside with him as long as there was no thunder, lightening. i would always grumble at the demand but there was no getting around my father. i would always end up delightfully stomping in puddles by the end and my dad would have to drag me inside. twenty years later i lived alone three states away from my dad. it was perfect walking in the rain weather and i was in the midst of a depression induced meltdown. i dragged myself outside and walked through the rain til i was soaking wet. the deafening roar of self_harm in my mind quieted to a mumble. i texted my dad: i just went for a walk in the rain :) dad's response: :) 180502 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Speaking of, I hope there weren't storms recently. I heard there was a tornado in southern Ontario, and there are strong winds in Montreal now: tonight I was fighting with the wind to get back from choir practice. (Wind: 0, Me: 1). (I don't know whether I'm cautious or a coward, or a bit of both, but I was ducking and running when I had to go under trees. A big branch had fallen off the tree near the place we were practicing, which made me a little leery of the things on the way back.) 180504 what's it to you? who go blather from