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These are my wrinkly, wet feet after I extracted them from my running shoes. Very wet running shoes.
This evening, after a frustrating day (work was stressful covering for those out today, early to rise, created a huge mess making strawberry jam when it boiled over on the gas stove and I had to spend two hours cleaning -- ok, today kinda sucked), I decided to go for a walk. Not a usual "Kat walk/run" as I am not up for that but just to Harvard Square to poke around. It was crystal clear and beautiful out when I left at 4:30ish, though there was a chance of thunderstorms forecast.
I was nearly in the Square when I notice the wind pick up. Within moments, there is a gale at 60 mph. The clouds -- storm clouds that I haven't seen since St. Louis -- are making the sky like night. I swear the could have been a twister; it was that dark. I could see dozen of lightning bolts in the clouds just from Mass Ave.
And then it hit: a deluge of rain and hail the size of hazelnuts that coated the sidewalk and bounced on the visor of my cap. Even without the hail, the rain hurt; it was so hard. I was drenched before I could even find cover. I've never seen a lightning strike, but one hit a car about 40 feet away or so -- cracking the instant there was a flash. All the car alarms on the block went off. There were sirens and a few ambulances that whizzed by, it was generally pretty loud and in a strange sort of way, thrilling.
I didn't care that I got wet. Both the ipod and the mobile were in otterboxes, so that was fine.
Never did poke around Harvard Square.
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06/24/2008 04:41 PM |
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