I grew up in a house with no AC, no cable, and no street lights. Not that I'm complaining, AC would've been nice, but somehow I survived. I remember every summer I would arrange my room so that my bed was directly under my window, in hopes of getting some cool night-time air. I would watch the stars for hours just waiting to fall asleep. I would watch, waiting on a shooting star so I could wish for the perfect man, or a friend that would be as true to me as I was to them. I have both now, guess all that wishing paid off, but I don't think it was the falling stars that gave me my heart desires. I never really knew where the constelations Orion and his friends were, but I memorized those stars out my window facing North and made my own constelations. I hated it when it was cloudy, unless it there was a thunderstorm and I could watch the lightening and listen to the thunder. I would wait for each bolt to see where it was coming from and where it was going. Of course I prefered the spiderweb lightening to the cloud to cloud, but as long as it flashed light I was good.
Tonight as I sit at my computer, catching up on what my friends have had to say today I find myself getting side tracked because every now and then my eye catches a bright light out my window and I have to see it and count... 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 CRASH before I can get back to typing. So, my friends and people who've visited my site without me knowing, I bid you a good night, there's a storm outside my window that is begging me to watch!
Peace, love, and happiness (and a good thunderstorm)