…temporary like the first taste of a frosty beverage and the morning sunlight and everything else in life.

Tonight is a migraine night and a thunderstorm night and the sirens don’t really help with either. The TV is loud enough I can hear the weatherman from the door of my bedroom where I’m standing while I decide if I’d rather sprint to the safety of the closet or hope my aching head gets obliterated by debris and this moment like every moment is the perfect time to think about how everything is…