Outside a storm is raging. The rain plays an unending tribal beat on the windows, the wind a howling accompaniment. I walk out to get my newspaper and I’m swept up instantly. The ground swoops off into the distance as the wind pulls me into the clouds. Lightning roars and crackles around me and singes my hair and threatens to blast me to pieces. But I open my eyes and I’m above it all, floating with a stillness I’ve never known. I peer down on mountain peaks and airplanes and continents and the whole human race and all I can do is wonder if I’m still going to be able to pick you up for dinner at seven.

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