Next week I’m heading for Ohio to spend four short days reconnecting with friends. It’s been a long time since I’ve returned to my home state for a visit. Went back in 2006 to bury my mom. Not really a pleasure trip, that.
Never really thought much of Ohio, the land of my teenage angst. I always tell people it was a good place to come from.
Since I need to pack, I do what I usually do and check the weather. Thunderstorms. Wow! I’ve been out in the West Coast for so long that I’ve forgotten that it rains in the summer in most places. We get heavy fog, but not much rain.
I love thunderstorms. I’ll pack a raincoat and anticipate them.
I love summer rains for that matter. I’ve a great memory tucked away of my roommate and I dancing around in the rain when I lived in Boston. It felt so good after all that heat and humidity to have warm wet running down my arms and upturned face, feet splashing in puddles.
I liked those lazy hazy days as well—laying on my back in the grass and watching the clouds. Taking my horse swimming in the pond. Reading on my bed in the cool of the house.
Here are some pictures of my childhood home taken in 2006. Looking back, it really was a good place to come from.