Lightning flashed in the distance as I pulled into the garage tonight. Before I could put my briefcase down, one whole bedroom flashed white, and a second later, thunder rattled our windows.

When you really listen to it, thunder seems to hold dialog with itself. It talks and rambles and cavorts before finally finishing whatever it was it needed to say.

I unplugged computers and my son and I sat and played chess for an hour beside a warm fire.

We loved every minute of it. I must make more time like this.