Rainy Night Walk

Mid-afternoon it grew dark enough that we had to turn on the lights. I'd been taking a break from some tedious desk work and was lounging on the sofa with The Glass Hotel (by Emily St. John Mandel, author of Station Eleven - what an interesting writer she is) and could no longer see the page. Sure enough the thunder started rolling through. The wind knocked over our bean teepee in the garden, but that was about it...no tornadoes that I know of despite being under watch. 

After being home all day, W. and I drove down into Leesburg this evening to slip a tuition check through the door slot at the music school. We saw the co-director through her studio window and knew she was directing a Zoom rehearsal with our daughter back home. That struck me as an odd juxtaposition of here and there, which I could better articulate were it not midnight. :) 

Walked around town in the rain, listened to the tree frogs, and passed one of my favorite bungalows.