Man, that thunder just keeps rolling along!
Whoa! Three streaks of lightening flashed in perfectly timed sequence, as if they were illuminating a Rolling Stones concert on the other side of the hills.
Whoa! Now the Stones have moved north towards Montefino and are really kicking up the light
show!
But the woman from the pasta shop, in her pink smock and white triangular scarf leans against the bellevedere railing having a slow smoke. There goes Fernando down the stairs to the parking lot. He pauses briefly after a loud boom, looks up, and continues down without changing his pace. Here comes Donatella's voice, always full of laughter, even when she is just speaking. It's mingled with the men's voices jabbing the humid air more and more sharply as their excitability grows. A dog runs across the main road. He slows to a stroll once he is out of the traffic flow and licks himself. This is the way of a localized way of living. Life in the here and now. With the people next to us who we can see and touch. Whose lives we observe or in which we are involved first hand. Whose presence (or lack of it) is felt (or missed) daily in the vegetables, fish, bread, clean laundry, clothing, smiles, and conversations they provide. Whose impact is felt first hand when they are gone. That storm? It's on the other side of the world.
I think I will water the plants. And let the light show roll on.
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