Summer Solstice Dusk

An electrical storm circled the harbor like so many do. Starting from the North East, over by Mom and Dad’s, the ominous clouds began to suffocate the peninsula. The muggy air began to dance, rain drops spit, and nothing was wet for more than a fleeting moment. I watched and counted as lightning struck fifteen kilometers away. I knew the heavy rain would escape us, it would stay out in the bay. My desire was to grab her and go watch the storm. We could find a tree on the backside of Ministers Island, lay down a blanket and watch the darkness approach. A moment like that is when two people can fall in love.