Hail, Hale and Heart felt

There was a brief, but terrific thunderstorm this evening—with hail the size of golfballs crashing down for about 5 minutes. From our front stoop, I could see my neighbors up and down the street, all standing in their entryways watching the hail bounce off cars and roll down the street. I grabbed a few of the hailstones and watched them melt in my hand. The stones were spherical, but not round--like they’d been expelled from god’s giant frozen pastry bag, fitted with the star tip.

The past few days have been lovely…I feel really there for the first time in ages.
I feel aware, I feel like writing—and in fact can’t stop myself from scribbling down quick vignettes, scraps of story that float into my mind while I’m driving, or walking, or cleaning. I am listening to music again, I’m feeling so full of creation that I could burst.
This is a good thing, I’ve been empty and utilitarian far too long.