My jet stream has changed courses, that's all...

Water is the element that has flowed through our years together. Still pools, downpouring rains and extended droughts of peace all come together on this back porch. It's the kind of day you almost have to grow up in Oklahoma to either appreciate or understand. The sort of not-quite-summer day you can spend in a swimming pool and get a tiny sunburn, but need a sweater while you wait for your steaks to finish cooking on the grill.


It's quieter looking out into the blank, waiting yard than it ever has been in our heads. The silent space is filled as it always is with the strength of a revolution we both signed up for, but only to march for the other. The chairs offer us a place to pull our knees up close to our chests and set the weight of the world down on the concrete porch beside us, even if it's only temporary.

We hoped for a storm and it came. Instead of going inside, waiting for it to pass and letting someone else have our front row seats to the misdirected jet stream, we faced it like we always do, the only way we really understand. Lightning and thunder aren't anything to be afraid of, and they never were.


Rain really does feel like starting over.