I'm typically not much of a risk taker. Seriously, I'm a safety first kind of girl. But for some reason my inner dare devil took over a couple nights ago. You see, there was a storm approaching. Hugely visible to the east...and heading my way. And did I decide to take my dog for a long walk? You bet I did!
It was all groovy at first...passing the ditch with all the awesome mice and rats scurrying around...rounding the corner...and FLASH! The sky to the east lit up like crazy. Did I turn on my heels and head straight home? Nope, I kept on going. Up the hill, past all the apartments, down the hill...and then I started freaking out. The sky got really dark, the flashes of lightning stopped being cloud-to-cloud and became cloud-to-ground, the wind picked up, and I felt like I had a target on my head.
I was at my half-way point anyway, so it was the perfect time to change my trajectory homeward. Only I wasn't sure what exactly I should do...to avoid getting struck by lightning, that is.
Should I stay under the cover of trees?
Should I stay away from power lines?
Should I be out in the open?
Should I walk on the street?
Should I walk in the grass?
The only thing I did know for sure was that I definitely was not going to walk on those big metal plates street workers put to cover up big holes they'd made in the asphalt. That and I figured it really was statistically possible that I'd get struck by lightning. People do, apparently.
Oh, and I figured out that I couldn't possible make my body just walk...yup, this girl who never runs unless being chased turned into a runner that night.
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