heading back home in super car
there unfortunately will be no documenting the thunderstorm that stroke Cheshunt on friday night. enough to say we lost a cheap tent in the rain, cuddled in bed counting seconds between lightnings and thunders, always more than eight, didn’t sleep until -deep in the night- we found ourselves laughing hysterically, realizing it was finally over. it had passed and no tree had fallen around us. i prayed a lot that night. life seemed fragile when the storm hit.