Random Thought
I’m sitting in the new apartment… spring hit about two days ago. Spring in New York is very strange. On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I walked out the front door to go to work and I needed a winter jacket. There was still a bite in the air and I could still see my breath. I got home from work on Wednesday and it was still cold.
Thursday morning, I left for work with my winter jacket on and it was spring. There was still a chill in the air but it was muted. Kinda like there was a little taste of it left in the breeze because it wasn’t quite ready to let go yet. When I got home from work, lilacs had started to bloom and it was spring. It happens that quickly.
Tonight, I’m sitting here and a thunderstorm came in off the river. It’s the first heavy thunderstorm since we moved to the new place. In the old place, we could watch thunderstorms come up the river. I miss that. I’m a thunderstorm nut. My parents have an enclosed front porch where I used to sit out and watch and listen to thunderstorms. I love everything about them: the noise, the creepy strobe light effect of a crash of lightning, watching lightning rods strike things far away. There’s even a smell. There is a type of breeze that you only get during a thunderstorm… it’s a gentle wind that is thisclose to being strong and violent, but it isn’t. There’s a smell of nature that rides in on a storm. When I lived in the old apartment, I was able to watch gigantic, unobstructed bolts of lightning strike the water. I could crack the window and get the breeze fresh off the river. This apartment barely gets the breeze because of it’s layout… and I can’t see anything but my neighbor’s apartment.
This apartment sucks.