I heard heavy claps of thunder deep in the night, and saw flashes of light behind my closed eyelids. My window was wide open and I could hear the rain come down heavily, and I silently asked for protection, having the strange idea that lightning would strike through my bedroom.
My husband and I went for a drive, just to look at things, to see if that hid away road had changed any since last we were there. I sat in silence, feeling somehow exhausted, and looked out on the gathering evening, the wet fields and dark glistening mountains.
I saw a ghost forest of tall straight firs, the mist rising behind it. Everything seemed silver and strange, like the real world had disappeared, being replaced by something else, something dark and wondrous.
I liked the many twists and turns of the road, and all the black lakes, so still, making me think for a moment there was a giant hole in the ground, that someone could fall into.
The rain came down heavier when we returned home, and there were more yellow leaves that I remembered, the evening seeming wilder, darker, not quite summer, not yet autumn.