Post-storm wanderings
Crazy day here in SoCal. I was working at home. Just after lunch, Dillen came sprinting up to me with words falling out of her mouth at a million miles per hour. Once I got her RPMs dialed back, I found out we were under a tornado warning. Tornado warning? Here? No way. It was for real but I had to chuckle since the warning message being broadcasted was telling everyone to get in their basements if a tornado actually touched down. Basement? In SoCal? Come on.
Much to my chagrin, no tornados appeared. The girls failed to understand my disappointment and I failed to explain it to them. Just an enormous amount of rain, wind, more rain, more wind.
As the rain fell outside, the kinetic energy inside went up and up. By 3pm the girls, and the puppy, were vibrating. Containment was becoming negligible. By 4, they were literally bouncing off the ceiling. Jackets. Shoes. Dog. Leash. Camera. Down to the harbor to run the wiggles out. We got to the harbor and the energy was released. The girls left leaving Bec and I in a swirl of shock waves.
Bec was kind enough to let me wander behind and took off to catch the girls. A fog lifted. My head cleared. And I fell into a groove. I didn't need a lot of time. I knew what I was after. I didn't shoot much, just wanted I needed to satisfy the craving.
