I love this kind of morning.
A stiff breeze blows, heralding the arrival of the next band of light thunderstorms. I can hear it rustling the leaves of the bushes and trees outside my window.
Nothing severe, to be sure, but brief flashes followed by deep rolls of acoustic energy created by the sudden displacement/vaporization of water and air as millions of volts of static electric potential arc from the ground to the energetic clouds above.
The smell… a bit of ozone and the must of damp earth awaiting to soak up the next pending delivery of water from the skies. It enters the slightly opened window quietly compared to its companion, thunder. But present on its volition, nonetheless
Grey… the eastern sunrise is forbidden complete entry into my window. In fact, one could argue that little of its day light is getting through. The storm clouds are simply forbidding it today. But enough gets by to have a pleasant photonic ambience to mix with a dreary, rainy day.
The wife – back from her trip last night – remains in bed, happy to be back in her own bed and “hungover” from the 7-hour drive it took to return her to her home. The pets silent in their respective places of light slumber throughout the home. Only my small feathered companion stirs, and he is more quiet than usual.
Nearly alone with my own thoughts. My current choice of music plays softly from the bookshelf stereo. Its acoustic energy mixes with the other vibrations in the room. Comfortable… pleasant… and joyous, maybe?
A lovely balance of natural and technological permeates this microcosm.
I can only hope others get to enjoy this now and then.