I love spring storms, honestly I do. I mean, I spent half of my work night yesterday whining about wanting to go outside and see what the sky was doing. I think it's a mix of fascination and natural fear at the power that can be whirled up in a matter of minutes by the very blanket that covers you every day of your life. I'm also endlessly fascinated by the way our fear response to these events waxes and wanes as we grow older but never truly leaves. I mean, who doesn't hear the sudden crack of thunder and jump a bit?
Enter yesterday's only me moment: I was on break last night and was heading back toward work: Little drips are bouncing off the car's hood and sliding off the windshield; Then the sky blipped with light. Not your average flash of lightining, no, it was one of those crazy fast, crazy powerful POP lightining moments, and Abs jumped out of her seat, and closed her eyes as her heart sped for the moment. Right, and then the light turned green and I broke into hysterics, because at that same moment in time, the Alient Ant Farm version of Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal was on the radio singing "woo!", and askin me, er, Annie, if I was ok. Let's just say lightining now has a theme song in my book.