All afternoon the wind howled out of the South. As evening approached the clouds grew thicker and darker and you could just feel the energy in the sky. And this old house on the hill makes every bit of noise when the wind is howling like this. Just now, having gone outdoors to move things that might be harmed by heavy rain or falling branches, I could finally see the lightning coming from the west. There was a light rain falling nearly sideways with the wind. The windows rattle, whistle - and in the biggest gusts of wind, you can actually feel the house sturdy itself against the gail. As the storms approach, the wind will calm, its force all rising upward instead of crossing the landscape. It's 12:21am, and I am just now noticing the wind beginning to slow - the lightning brighter - soon the storm that is sure to come. I should go to sleep, but I can't imagine being able to rest knowing that in short order, the tin roof will be awash with a flood of rain, the lights flickering from the lightning, and so much to witness. It's nearly quiet now - the faint dull rumble of thunder as if from an approaching train. It has started to rain - the line almost here. I will power down the house and sign off. I love nights like this.
Living in or worrying about the past, or about something once done that you could have done better is a useless endeavor - for no amount of energy can change the past. The future is still to unfold and may never be, and so waiting today in anticipation of something tomorrow is just as fruitless as is your lamenting the past. Our only time to truly live is in the present - this moment - and to do all that is doable.