It was 70 degrees in NJ today

and the wind was blowing like a madman. On my way to dinner I glanced up and there were hordes and hordes of clouds whipping past the moon. I shivered because they were like ghosts. Billows and dissipation. Like one of those shots in movies where the sky is on fast forward. But the clouds were running in real time today. Hordes and hordes of them.

I felt the beauty but I was scared. I kept stopping to look up at the legions of white movement and violence above my head. And then the sky flickered, boomed, a refutation, and I shrieked. Completely uncontrollable--a few people looked at me. I was so scared I started laughing. There was a hysterical snake running up my spine. I was so damn scared.

I haven't been terrified of God in a long time. But tonight the clouds scared me half to death. The wind and the denial. The ghosts and their flight.

I had my umbrella and I hid in it.