Thunderstorms

There is thunder and lightening outside. The real first of the season for our little town.
It is one of the reasons I like living in the middle of the country. We have seasons. Very distinct, one from another.
Not at all like real life. Seasons flow from one age to another. Only birth and death are the real definers.
Now this is not a downer. In fact, quite the opposite.
There are times when it would be pretty nice to have clear definitions in what to expect next. But perhaps those gray areas are what make us stronger and able to see more clearly.
Some daughters (not mine) are watching their father get married for the second time. Not something they are at all in favor of.
Nope, nope, nope.
Yet, it is bringing the 2 women much stronger in their relationship with one another and with their own immediate families.
Gray, bordering on dark, bringing on such color.