vajras.

shutting off all the lights in my room, and pulling open the blinds behind me, i swivel my chair around to gaze into the night sky through raindrop riddled windows. no longer a peaceful midnight blue, dotted with a handful of shimmering diamonds, the sky was angry tonight, churning with grey fury and every so often, letting out a horrendous roar which rattled the house and echoed through the air. as zeus threw down from the heavens, moonshine showered out of the sky, cracking through the cloudy canvas like a vein in broken glass. sitting in awe, and counting the seconds between flashes and rumbles, i was whisked into my past and instantly reminded of my love for a spectacular lightning show.

on one of my visits to chicago some fifteen or so years ago, i was jolted out of sleep by an enormous strobe and crash of electricity which lit up the suburbian lowlands around the city. as i pulled up the shade to look curiously across treetops and rooftops, i watched the sky rip at the seams, showing me a quick glimpse of the white nothingness behind it. kneeling on the bed in my underwear, with my elbows propped up on the window sill, i sat wide-eyed for what seemed like hours, convinced that if i blinked, i would miss a bolt. i didn't then and some ten years later, wouldn't miss the best show i would see in jackson hole, wyoming.

surrounded by an incredible setting of forests, mountains, and fields, i sat on a wooden picnic table in front of our log cabin hotel, seeking some relief from the summer nighttime heat and the idleness in my room, furnished with not much more than beds and two light bulbs. in the near distance a storm raged, and while the rain was no where near us, we could hear the booming which lagged on the tail of colorful bursts of red and violet stain. jagged snakes of light crisscrossed the sky continuously, lighting up the root system of some giant expanse of divine forest. as the show played on on the screen of my colossal theatre, i turned to notice that many other people have also gathered around to watch, ooing and ahhing with their eyes in frozen gaze to heaven as it unleashed hell. it was an absolutely beautiful display of nature's grandeur and humankind's utter insignificance underneath it all.

memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.
: wilde.