Sometime around 1:00 a.m. another thunderstorm blew through. The second one packed a bit more punch; we lost our power. The utility guy came around right at dawn to replace a fuse on the power pole in our backyard. Since I was up I figured I'd go for a bike ride.
The weather was perfectly glorious. The cool clear air behind the front tingled.
Oh my gosh, they are all beautiful, but the last one is breath taking.
ReplyDeleteI agree. It's a Monet (or Manet)
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