More homework today... I love learning, but between school and work and life as it is, sometimes all I want is an escape from the real world...I end up fantasizing about everyday occurrences in the metaphoric sense. Obviously spending so much time in the theoretical has definitely left me wanting... if only higher ed would recognize the merit of metaphor- I think it is an integral part of critical thinking...the ability to draw parallel where there is seemingly no similarity unless one dives beneath the surface....
Tonight it was the storm that rolled through, as I was lying in bed, in the dark it, occurred to me-storms are much like good lovers. There are so many elements to a storm that come together to create such an amazing symphony for the mind and body. The way the lightning penetrates a dark room, a relentless tease to the visual senses...flashing split second images lit in the most perfect way, such that your left yearning to experience another moment in that light.... the thunder that rumbles deep down, not the loud and jarring cracks, but more the intense reverberations that come when the storm is nearly on top of you...and then just as the hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand on end- the rain...ahh, there is no sound as sweet as rain at night... the seductress of sleep, she patterns down on the windows and every drop lures the brain into an altered rhythmic state... and suddenly the storm and your mind are intertwined in this incredible dance...fast, slow, fast fast, slow- lightning, rain, lightning thunder, rain... and on and on as the storm travels through and your consciousness fades to a trance-like state, and your swept away to the land of dreams...I do love a good storm.
