in the air tonight

I do miss Virginia.

Every time I fly into TRI (which is about once or twice a year) I try to wake up during the descent so I can look out the window and remind myself what mountains look like. I’ve been out west going on 3 years and have gotten used to seeing for miles and miles. Even from my office on the 7th floor, I can walk over to Julie’s desk and easily see the downtown block from 8-9 miles away. While that’s neat and all, I feel kinda…well…

exposed.

So I do miss the mountains, but there’s one thing about Texas that I love: Thunderstorms.

First of all, Texas thunderstorms don’t mess around. When you live in the mountains…storms last for about half an hour max. Out here, they go on for hours. The storm we’re currently experiencing started around 7p and has just started to wind down at 11:30p. And I’m not talking about just hearing thunder from miles off. I’m talking reenactments of Sodom and Gomorrah. The lightning is virtually constant. And with each bolt, the sky is lit on fire. The whole world lights up.

And I do love me some thunder.

Thunder in Virginia is as intimidating as girl-scouts compared to these babies. When the storm is finally on top of you, each roar shakes your apartment just a little. I like to imagine dear, sweet, baby Jesus is just rocking out with his subwoofer. This also gives me precedent to justify my sub at 2am to my neighbors below.

Praise the Baby!