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lightning and fireworks
It isn’t far to the bridge. But far is relative when the wind is blowing down
houses like the big, bad wolf.
I watch a stop sign fly past. I navigate around trees scattered like Popsicle
sticks. I keep an eye out for gators and pythons.
Lightning strikes a tree. I brace for the thunder. It shakes the earth, the air,
my teeth, my bones.
A branch falls on a power line. Sparks dance like fireworks.
I hate fireworks.
I move with more care after that. I know enough to stay away from downed
power lines, thanks to the weather channel and Storm Chasers.