Lightning

I hear lightning outside, and flashes of bright light...
One of the things I miss about the old apartment in Hopewell was having a great view for watching the occasional lightning storm that passed by. I could watch this show either through the huge windows looking out over the flat horizon of the cemetery or while in my room, laying in my bed and peeking out the window just so.
It made for great theater.
Nevertheless, even that bit of nostalgia is tinged with memories of bats in the living room.
Come to think of it, all through college, I wanted an apartment with "character," and I most certainly got it with that place.