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To Love a Writer
and to be loved by one.
When I moved to a desert-like region from the humid Midwest, I believed I was leaving behind the comfort and glory of Autumns with thunderstorms and wet leaves creating the most sensational Earthy scent I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. For the past few years, I have lived within proper weather expectations and not been disappointed — but I have longed for those storms that ripped too many leaves off of trees prematurely.
Last night, I was granted the joy of having a rough storm move through right before my most cherished holiday of the year.
My partner was insisting he was hearing thunder. I kept providing explanations for each noise, insisting it had to be the wind. Eventually, I got up and opened the front door to see for myself and was greeted by a strike of lightning with a cold gust of wind that brought heavy raindrops on my skin.
“Yes, it’s storming,” I shared with my partner. I summoned the kids to the door to get a rare glimpse at a storm in October, a mere five days ’til Halloween, and my partner followed shortly after. The wind became too chilly to keep the door open, so the kids went back to their activities while my partner and I moved to the patio to watch the storm together.
The months of August through October are our favorites. The weather is ideal, Halloween is…
