A storm is moving in. The sunlight is covered over by thick, dark spring clouds. I set another log on the fire and then turn towards the northwest, the direction from which the storm is approaching. I envision I am a priestess of the elements. Raising my outstretched arms, I summon the wind. The leaves start fluttering, the sound picks up like the roar of an ocean wave crashing into the trees.
I feel the rush of energy and then, the Big D starts his skil saw! The grating sound of metal upon wood brings me back to the here and now. But, alas, I am no priestess of the elements. I am just a woman seeking mindful adventure with my man.
A storm is approaching here at the river trailer. Who knows if we will be able to cook out on the campfire tonight. The drops are dropping, the wind is blowing, and I?
I need another beer.
