There it was. The forecasted storm front moving in.
And there I was, daring to stand fast and keep clicking away at the approaching drama and perhaps ensuing mayhem. Couldn’t help it.
For some of us, Nature is an addiction. Watching it unfold is so fascinating, so mesmerizing and captivating, that we risk the next moment to capture the one we’re in.
In a way, it’s good practice for the other moments in our lives when “bad weather” approaches and the payoff is less than spellbinding.
The urge to run or move on can be overwhelming, and sometimes we do have to decide if we’ve already risked too much by standing still. But conversely, maybe if we embrace the bad weather at hand or as it passes through, we can step into ensuing joy and happiness once the storm has passed – if it even stops on its way through.
In this case, it did not. Just a magnificent threat of thunder and drama. And like so many other of Life’s moments, it passed dispelling the dread and worry that had preceded its arrival.
Left behind was the gift of another chance to live our new moments free of imminent threat and rainy day decisions.
I love a good storm!