23 July 2013
Thunderstorms — I can’t remember the last one I’ve heard in the UK. In Savannah, we had them all the time. They were beautiful. I never used to like thunderstorms. But there’s something about their magnetism that I love now. The charge. The rumble. There’s a grace to it: to having a voice crescendo into every corner of the city.
I don’t have much else this morning. The day is easing by.