i never did get to see a storm roll in over the prairies... but tonight i sat on a dock in the middle of the mountains and watched the lightning get closer and closer.
the lake got choppier, and the air got wilder, and the jagged mountain peaks were illuminated for ten milliseconds at a time, until suddenly the rain was there and i had to run inside.
and the craziest thing was that i was afraid. of the isolation, and the quiet, and the unknown. i am not used to being on my own in the middle of nowhere. Long-suppressed fear of darkness almost sent me inside.
this is a new challenge... these mountains make me claustrophobic and small.
but there is also a feeling of wonder that this exists and that i'm here exploring it.
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