Storm

When I woke up at 4 AM today, is was because of the lightning and piercing thunder, and the gentle rain.

I contemplated the idea of softly knocking on Manca's door, to see whether she had also woken up, and ask if I could lay with her, to listen to the storm together.

And then a bird began to sing, as it would at 4 AM on any regular day. I had always assumed that a storm like this would be felt as a threatening and scary experience, by most animals. But the bird seemed unshaken and happy to start the day.