"I was a complete tomboy. I loved wandering out in storms or walking on the beaches in the dark. It was a very free upbringing, and I'm grateful to my parents for that."
~ Amanda Burton
I was summoned from sleep Saturday morning by the sound of ice pellets tapping against my window. I cracked an eye to the grey dawn and burrowed further beneath the blankets. Some time later, the sound of the rising wind drew me from my bed. I stood by the window and watched a squall work its way up the lake.
Our lakefront cottage provides front row seats for every system that settles in from the northwest -- and most of them do. We watch fog creep up the lake or burn away under the heat of the morning sun. We watch storm clouds roll and churn and tumble up the lake. And sometimes, as it happened on Saturday, a squall arrives like a curtain drawing its way across the lake.
I am captivated by the way that nature can breathe life into a day with a breeze, that rises to a wind, that manifests into a storm and then dissolves back into a clear day. A photograph may capture the mood, but never the energy..
I wish that I could find words to describe the miracle of nature. Instead, I can explain only by saying that I feel closest to God when I am in the temple He created...rather than rejoicing in one we created for Him.
