thumping,

Now before the power here at home flashes out and I am cursed to sit at table-side with candles glowing, let me tell you…

On the way home from dinner, a fine meal out I was running, dashing through the fluttering snow. The snow was falling as surely and blindly as when someone surely and slowly pulls a blanket sheet across your face when you are, say, lying in bed. You can see no further than the moving sheet before your eyes.

The snow was falling silently and secretly as such, and then as I crossed the roadway at some illegal point/make -okay, I jaywalked, there was a flash. Not the kind of flash that welcomes you to some heavenly home, but the kind of flash that you would find via an intersection patrol camera. When you would speed your way through a red light or something. And so I was doomed, caught by flash as I crossed the road from far-side to my-side where my house lay.

But this flash, all during the blowing snow was something else. This flash was not from a camera. There soon followed, just moments after light took air, the rumbling of… thunder?
Turns out that for the first time in my life I have experienced thunder and lightning during a blowing snow patch of weather.

And here I sit at computer punching away just minutes before bed. Minutes before I crawl between layers of cold sheets beside a humming heater block. I will pull a toque over my head making sure my patchy ears are covered and I will fight for sleep. Sleep between the thumping and rumble-patting of thunder outside. The thunder catches and calls, and it shakes my roof above me. I may as well be living through those good old summer rainstorms just some months ago.

And every so often the wind picks up speed and catches such a drift that it calls and carries through my heater-pipe from the outside wall of at the back of my house. The wind is here tonight. And so is the thunder. And I am in awe.

I pray you, if you have the comfort tomorrow, when I finally make it back to the office after my morning middle school teaching spree I will attempt to upkeep you with informations about the last week, the weather, the food. But I warn you, my travels were no further than the bounds of this northern island. But I will tell you about that later. About how I remained north, within the near-enough company of some Russian men-people. And I shopped for chopped natto beans and apples. It was nice.

But have you a good sleep tonight, and day.

And should the weather permit, and somehow the snow and thunder not combine into some unstoppable tomorrow-withholding force so that the sun doesn’t rise and I am forever stuck in the tonight of today…
Well, when tomorrow comes, let us carry on then.

Until such a time, good night and good day.
Let us pray that the weather keeps itself some safe distance away.

Goodnight, ciao. Goodnight.