i don't sleep a lot, and it's mostly by choice. with only 24 hours in a day, i have very few to waste in such an unconscious state. i subsist then on naps, but that's not important. tonight, in the wee hours of the morning, a thunderstorm broke out. a furious assailment of cool raindrops, eerily rusty skies, breezes singing the promise of a cold front, angry bursts of electric blue lightning, and the echo of thunder rolling in the hills. serene tumult, nature's unexpected catharsis i find oddly calming as well. ah, the things you miss when you're asleep...