I slip out of bed to watch the play. Standing behind a large window, the same one that brings the outdoors in to me daily, it feels so surreal.
Wild fires on the mountains in Flagstaff filled the front window of our old house. Typhoons out the window in Hong Kong. Sandstorms in Saudi. Storm view have been a part of my adulthood. Maybe I choose to view because I could never see the storm coming or be safe in a storm in my childhood.
The storm will pass and sleep will overtake once again. Safe. Home.