It's raining outside. I love the thunder and lightning.
At the moment it's raining outside my windows. It's one of the only familiar things in my life. It always returns to give you that feeling of comfort. As it's storming you're inside dry. It seems like life to me. The entire world is out there storming. The face of it all is changing. Life and it's changes are an inescapable thing. At the moment I'm recording old songs from lyric books I had when I was in 8th grade. Some of these I haven't sang in years. A lot people have never even heard them. I use to spend days with the guitar in my hand. The summers were long. The memories were epic. I use to look out for hours out of my window at Pensacola sitting just across the bay. I felt like it held something for me. I still can't really explain what I felt but it moving enough for me to sit up till 4 or 5 in the morning playing guitar and writing. I don't do that so much anymore. But when it rains I think about all of that again. Someday I write something beautiful in honor of those days. In memory of my early years growing up.