Riding home on the train I found a seat up at the front with a window actually open -- a rarity on the subway. I pushed it open all the way because after three days of freezing in Utah (nice and pleasant during the mid-afternoon, but way too cold at morning and night), it felt incredibly good to come home to a misty, cool Chicago. I know most people like sunny days best, and I admit they have their charm, but the kind of weather I truly love is what we had tonight -- thunderstorm weather. Even if it did delay my flight two hours, even if the storm itself was over by the time I got on the train, the air still had that wild feeling to it, and with the window open and the wind whipping in my face, I could close my eyes and be in the storm again. Exhilarating. And in honor of that exhilaration, a remembrance of Ms. Dickinson...
WILD nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
Kevin will be home Monday. Not soon enough for me. :-)
