Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
I will never tire of the storms here. As long as I don’t have to drive through them, watching them, feeling them, smelling them is a wonder. An absolute wonder.
I actually felt and smelled this storm before looking out the window and seeing the clouds. Your hairs stand up on your arms, and you can taste a slightly acrid taste, smell the ozone. They just put out a severe storm watch, and I’m not surprised with the heat and humidity preceding this one. Beautiful. Beautiful.
And much more fun than server stuff. Best of all, photographs! The only photos I could take of me working on the server is an increasingly red face. Not a pretty sight. No sirree.
