No Rider for the Storm


One of the horses next door had no rider as it stood and faced the storm.  Both Annie, who dropped by the office this morning, and the skull on the car next to me in slow traffic, liked my Cucaracha Crunch Coffee. I think I better trade mark it before Starbucks figures it out.

We were planning on watching the moonrise behind the trees while we sat on the deck tonight, but overcast skies blocked the moon while the wind whipped through the trees, rain pattered against the canopy, and lightning and thunder flashed and crashed all around us. The trees and rain backlit against the clouds by the lightening are quite beautiful, however.