electricity - our one source of energy

we had another heavy duty electrical storm tonight.
we had been considering the fireworks up at the castle but this was lightning better than any fireworks - spreading across the sky like ink in water and turning night into day. for a number of hours the rumbling of thunder was interspersed with firecrackers in the park which couldn't compete. I'd watched as all the girls shuffled around the stations in their yukatas and geta earlier this evening before jumping on my final local train and watching a 70 year old do pull ups on the rings.

but no rain came. there were some spots but nothing you could call rain and now the rumbling has been replaced with a few frogs and the firecrackers still occaisionally try to break the humidity that the thunder and lightning couldn't. there's also smells of the sea and burning oil and wet wood - it must be a westerly. it's funny how your memory works: I'm suddenly on the isle of cumbrae, 14 years old and about to go camping.

there has been a lot of smell-memory-joggers of late - funny how that works. it's a very pure feeling, sometimes like experiencing things for the first time again. in some cases that has been the case and it's certainly very invigorating.
just like a good thunder storm.