lightning over water

we went swimming in the lake as the storm was gathering and the wind began to howl, extinguishing our fledgling little bonfire… and the lake began to part. To the west, you could see lightning all around you and the water was ominous, foreboding. but it was actually warm and soothing and inviting, it called you in and you had no choice but to submit.  it was almost worth it, to be struck down by lightning while swimming further and further out. but the lightning would hear nothing of it. thus, we were saved. again. While to the east, the moon was rising. the full moon i think. cast this white fluorescent glow through the darkest of woods. I wanted the moment to last forever and i think that is perhaps what happened because i awakened the next morning, forever changed. not necessarily a better better person but certainly not a worse one, except for my typing. Sorry.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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