Issue 57: here's an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scale
Monday, August 15, 2011
Last night a thunderstorm rolled across the valley at midnight. I watched it swell up across the valley, tendrils of lightning marking its path. After each thunderclap, I swear I could hear people cheering from down the hill. No doubt it was probably just me cheering the storm on. It is the first real lightning we've had this summer. It was nice just to watch the storm from the front porch. I tried to go to sleep, but it kept on for hours. To lay awake and listen to the storm is a rare gift.