It's raining. And thundering.
It's 2:37 a.m. and thanks to some knucklehead kids running down the street yelling at each other, I am wide awake.
My other half is gone for tonight and tomorrow scouting a trail. I hope he's fast asleep, snuggled in his sleeping bag.
Kids are snoring.
A nice breeze is coming through the window.
An ant on steroids crawled across my arm and scared the begeebees out of me.
I'm not a big fan of the dark.
I do like listening to the rain though. My favorite place to listen to the continuing cadence of water drops is snuggled up next to my husband in a tent.
I should probably go back to bed.