Two days in a row, you say...what gives? Mostly I was looking at these shots I took with my iphone right at wheat harvest time, and this one made me think a lot about these kansas summer days. This is what we see here in middle america most days in the summer: blue skies that linger forever, with a golden yellow cut wheat field below. Time stretches on like the horizon, and every few days, the wind kicks up a giant thunderstorm; exactly what happened yesterday.
I left the house for a run at 8pm last night, determined to finish the 4 miles + 2 hills this time without walking due to the oppressive heat. The sky was full with navy blue and grey clouds, and I knew it would rain eventually. As I kicked it up the hills, I could feel the front line passing above me. The temperature dropped 10+ degrees, and the wind switched to the west. It was heavenly. I could have run forever. By the time I rounded the corner to my street, big, fat drops of rain were falling, and the smell of hot, wet concrete was everywhere.
I finished my run with energy to spare, and we got 1.5 inches of rain. Now, that is a good way to end a day.
