Fireworks and compromise

Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
Trip End Oct 25, 2010

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Flag of France  , Aquitaine,
Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Last night we were in the grip of a tremendous thunderstorm. It had been building up; the last couple of days had been stifling hot and some cool, fresh air would be more than welcome.
As always it exhilarated me, nothing like thunder and lightning to stop you in your tracks and let nature majestically take over.
The wind dropping, the eerie silence, the first slow, distant rumbling and mysterious lighting of the skies -  spellbound you watch as it rises to a crescendo of crashes followed by unearthly, angry flashes that turn the familiar, gentle night into a ghostly and alien world.

Standing at the top of the hill it is impossible to pinpoint the heart of the storm, it is coming from all directions, like fireworks, before one dies out the next is flaring.
Heaven must have gone mad.
Sheppie followed half way up and then cowered back. Though he is not as scared as my dog that froze and emptied her bladder at the first bolt of thunder, it makes him feel uneasy, he prefers the security of the house.

I could stand here all night, till it moves on or calms down, but reluctantly go back to see if Shep's all right, to check for any damage, as the power has been going down all the time.
Shep is lying on the step, nose to the door, that for once is shut, inside everything seems to be working.
I suppose I've got Peter to thank for that and maybe apologize too, for grumbling when yet another appliance was brought in, this time one that saves your stuff from being trashed by the impact.
I argued it was not very adventurous, being prepared for all eventualities, how it was fun to get caught out, surprised by total darkness, save for the candles burning, no tv, computer or music. Always a little giggly, a little excited, unexpectedly having  to rethink one's plans.

Admittedly, last time that included a pricey visit to Computerland, as the monitor hadn't survived the glorious storm.

I think of the odd job man, here to sweep the chimney yesterday, cigarette fascinatingly sticking to his bottom lip as he spoke. Trying to be fair, he explained how foreigners came to these parts, causing the prices of houses to rise, sometimes offering him work but lately more and more employing the cheap Polish labourers or even setting up their own construction ventures, thus becoming competition.
A mixed blessing, for the old cottages we fall in love with were otherwise destined to go to ruin, the restaurants and shops are saved from closure as the outsiders also provide a much needed source of income.


Nothing stays the same.
It's the way of the world, of all times and all places.
The-Rambler touches on similar sentiments in his 'Okavango Dreaming!' entry.
Sometimes inevitable, often regrettable.
We are all born into this world, for us to respect and cherish, but never more than temporary dwellers. It is not ours to own.
It is not up for grabs.

Ah, the thunder is returning, the raindrops heavy and cold, I must run back inside and send this off before the power fails again..
Or maybe not, maybe I'll just stay here in the garden, get soaked to the skin - see how my Eee PC likes it.
Defy the machine-saver. Live dangerously.

See you later, or possibly not ever again - baptized by a sheet of water and fire from heaven, gone in a flash, but purified of all waywardness :)

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Rui on

Is incredible the way you feel and describe nature "talking" with you!

Good "French Summertime" seems is assured to you!

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