I was awoken today by a fairly loud early morning storm. It was still fully dark at 4AM, letting the lighting fully illuminate the neighborhood, while thunder rolled and shook the house. I watched, listened, and read til it was time to get up for real and start my day. I had finished my book, and was l still kind of stuck in setting of the book. I was imagining Paris in the fall, and what it would have been like in 1938 but was drawn back to 2012 when I walked by a window and saw the sky.
Let's just say that life has not been all that simple of late. The view from the porch, however, was simple. And beautiful.