Stick with me, for this gets a little strange.

This morning’s lightning drives home the point. 

I feel like I’m in training.

Seeing everyone through my computer screen is getting old.

There is a surprising tree on my street.

I stand in the clearing, stunned by the destruction before me.

There has never been a more dramatic sunrise.

The black of night is hard to find.

Rain is coming and the river will rise.

Bolting the hotel room door feels like a statement.

The sun, reflecting on the water, is like a living thing.

How can a whole society lose its moral way?