I love thunderstorms. The only light is the moon and the stars and the lightning and the sound is the booming of the thunder like God laughing at jokes we only hear far too late. <le sigh>
It's true, I do love storms. And words. James (my cousin, who requested this blog) gave me a beautiful compliment, that led to this blog, that I string words together like pure magic. Any writer knows exactly how perfect a compliment that is. I'll be floating on that compliment for days, if not weeks.
It will help to keep my mind off the enigma of the haunting green eyes that taunt me time and again of late. Normally, his behavior would cause me to cut him firmly from my mind as if he never crossed my path at all. Yet life has complicated the situation. I can't help but feel as if I am meant (yes, meant, as if God Himself is asking me to help him) to help him get his life (spirit) on track. Not that he is a drug addict or bank robber. He's not a bad person at all. He's just....weighed down, emotionally. I can't explain it. I said, didn't I, that it was complicated. I never said I'm a simple girl. There is a connection there, of wounded souls. The battle wounded weary soldier will bunk down back to back with another battle wounded weary soldier simply because they know instinctively they can trust them. Throw in sexual chemistry. I did mention haunting green eyes. Did I forget to mention melted chocolate, toe curling, breath stealing, kisses? Silly me. When I mix it up, I really mix it up. Keeps life interesting.
Maybe Jesus is just sending me good writing fodder. Who knows. :p
