Thunderstorm

“The first flash of lightning just lit up the sky.”

I’m on my back porch with a beer catching the breezes coming through in advance of a thunderstorm. It’s supposed to cool everything off and I’m here for that. I’ve been living like a Spaniard, napping through the heat of the afternoon, strolling the neighborhood after dark.

I didn’t need a root canal after all. The dentist decided the crowns could be se…