Remember when I said I didn’t miss mountaineering?
That’s not true.
This storm tonight that is circling (it feels like) around my house, brings with it torrential rain, lightning streaks across every corner of the sky, and thunder, so loud and so immediate, it chatters the teeth.
This storm has awakened cravings to be up in a high basin: safe, but not too safe, closed in in a mid (a floorless, tent-like structure, used by old school outdoor educators everywhere), drinking tea and eating chocolate, while watching small creeks form next to my sleeping pad and obsessively counting the seconds between light and noise.
Some of my favorite memories involve storms in the mountains.
So I guess sometimes I do miss it.