#679

Saw lightning this morning when I woke up. Squee! I love thunderstorms. They are my favorite for *all* of the days. The rain hasn’t hit us yet, but here’s hoping *crosses fingers* 

I kind of want to go back into my diary and find my thunderstorm entry. ‘Course it’s not labeled because I’m foolish like that, but hm. It was about a near-religious experience I had and at the time it really really moved me. It’s less important now but….I just want to read it again I guess. Reading my old entries brings back a lot of the experience. I don’t know what it is….the things I can recall I can still see and all, but reading it brings it out way more forcefully, almost like I’m living it again. It’s like that with books too, though it’s living it for the first time and the second….books are the favorite. They’re like dreams in a way…a way of living life apart from your own and experiencing more. And that makes them invaluable.