reflection

I’m sitting on the third floor of our house. I recently claimed this space as my own, well half of it. My computer and desk are perched up now higher into the sky, closer to the storms that occasionally quench us. When I look to my left I can see the rain pound on roof tops. I’m closer to the strikes of lightening and the thunder is amplified. This brings back my uneasiness with storms I had even as an adult but thought I got over. The thing I like about my place is that momentarily I can feel small again, the smallness I had when I first reflected my position in the galaxy. I can see over roofs and over trees into the open palette of gray and I know that this is exactly where I want to be.