Storms

I woke up early this morning to go running, surprised to find myself face to face with the most erratic of all weather scenes. I should have predicted, with the heavy purple cloud cover last night. But, I was definitely not expecting to see what I saw here this morning.

I moved to Chicago recently, and while everything about this place made me excited to be here, I knew I’d miss one important thing back home—the weather. Florida’s stormy weather gives me one of the most amazing feelings I’ve ever experienced. It is a little different than here. You can smell the rain before it arrives and you can feel the force of the storm hours before in the wind. I think the most beautiful part is that feeling of the calm before the storm; when everything feels very still and you can feel the weight of what is coming in front of you. And even though storms occur almost daily, there is still this mysterious feeling behind it. Oh, and nothing makes me feel more exhilarated than waking up to that sensual rumbling of thunder that Florida experiences very so often.

I'll never forget this one morning, just a few months ago, that I woke up to the sound of soft rain and warm wind blowing through the bedroom window. Nothing else but the sound of trees, rain, and wind. I've tried explaining this feeling to others before. Take a cup of milk and put it in the microwave for just 30 seconds. When you take a sip from that glass, you'll distinctly notice a feeling of cold milk being encompassed fully by a ring of warm milk. Together that mixture, but not blend, of temperatures describes the way that wind felt.

So again, here this morning, I was very, very happy to see that Chicago wasn’t devoid of all that. I got under my covers, put on my favorite music, lit my candles, and watched the storm pass through. I think I feel complete again hehe.

Oh, and I’m also back to doing what I love most and can’t stop thinking about it :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_TcbybfLAY