I saw a neat sight the other night; only in IL would weird weather like this happen. It was storming out, raining and lightning, and yet in the middle of the sky a large hole opened up in the storm (at night by the way) and went all the way to the sky where I could see the stars and the big dipper. Stars. Lightning. Rain. All at once? Amazing!
Last night, I was driving home from work around 11pm, and I saw that it had rained, and now the air was getting chilly, which made a thick rolling fog. So thick it obscured vision beyond 20 feet. I drove over this bridge on the road, where the land on either sides was sloped downward, and it felt like I was driving in some strange fantastical land far away from reality.
I recently re-read Eight Cousins, by Louisa Alcott. I like the book, despite its shortcomings, I think in some ways it was a little pretentious about a few things, but I mostly enjoy it for the story, I wish I had as many awesome boyish cousins like that. I also feel most closely associated with the cousin Mac, as he suffered from eye problems, is a bookworm, and generally oblivious sometimes to life around him. I remember reading this book for the first time about when I was 15, and I felt Mac's fear when he began to loose his eyesight after a stroke. Literature is amazing, the power of words, the gift of stories, and the relevance to which an author can relate to the reader even emotionally. A picture is worth a thousand words, but words...words can mobilize armies, rally nations, bring peace and growth.
Is it any wonder David prayed.. "Set a guard over my mouth, O LORD; keep watch over the door of my lips.." Psalm 141:3
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