So this is Scribbler's wife, too lazy to log him off as usual. I don't speak for him nor he for me, however we got each other's back.

The other night I was driving home, late shift, got off around 1am. There was a storm and the mist/fog was rising and there was lightning striking everywhere on the drive home. I turned on the last 4 miles of my trip, a mile of wooded hills, then some flat mined region/farmland and then the woods around the town.

On this last mile there is a cemetery and just as I hit the wooded stretch before them, along the power line stretch where the deer cross, a flash of light lit the sky right above, me. I could see the light clearly, it was close, but it didn't make an immediate crack the way a close strike will. Also, it didn't strike, it circled back on itself. There were other distant rumbles but there was no strike. It was parallel to the ground.

Is this normal? I don't recall it as normal in a storm, usual happenstance, something that I recollect being under before. It made the hair stand up on my arms. Not speaking figuratively. The air was charged with a weird feeling.

An Owl sat on the road and drew tinew up in it's beak I stopped the car so that It wouldn't fly into me, as I drove slow watching for the animals bound to be out in the wet and fog. An armadillo meandered across. This migration has been coming a long time, first there were a few and now, they are everywhere, even in my own backyard.

I finally approached home, where the caterwauling felines and the ducks attempting to shelter from the downpour at my glass doorway, made me bothered enough by the night to want the covers over my head.

I can't help but think it was bad portent to the storm.