Rain on an Asphalt Roof

In a similar vein as yesterdays post on hot meals we had some of the first thunderstorms roll through Minneapolis of the season this past Monday night. It was very relaxing and almost tribal. I sat on my couch with all the lights out drinking a glass of wine and watching the lightening show. I was warm. I was dry. Something in that combination felt supremely powerful. There is something about living in Minnesota that I absolutely love. Although in modern time the need and skill to survive here is diminished there is something about the ability to shelter, provide, persevere and succeed in an adverse environment.



Or is it complete stupidity? I spilt on the topic every few days.