On The Horizon

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Earlier in the week as a line of storms approached, I pulled the vehicle under the carport, closed up the windows of the cabin and turned on the television for the latest weather report. Lightning crashed abundantly and the winds began to howl across the sheet metal. For the briefest of moments I was transported back to about a year ago. I did not think the tornado that struck the place last year affected me very much, but apparently, it did.

After a very successful turkey hunt with family members last weekend, the Spring weather has started to pick up. With climate change (although, isn't it always changing?) in full swing, I really wish I had a shelter beneath the ground. Thankfully, some local schools have installed them for the kids and after the tornado in Moore, Oklahoma,  last year, demand for storm shelters is rising.

Despite the rains that are starting to fall, the lakes continue to dry up. Nocona is edging closer to entering stage 6 restrictions which means no outside watering (except, of course, for the football field). Due to water wells and the ability to drill more, they are not in as much trouble as Wichita Falls. Wichita Falls is discussing the creation of a stage 5 set of restrictions which would upgrade the current status from disaster to catastrophe. In the American West, High Plains, and here in the South, exceptional drought continues to persist.

The storm last Monday passed through rather quickly and within an hour the sun was out again. The birds were singing, and a few deer browsed new growth behind a high fence across from the cabin. A squirrel poked his head out from a nest inside a tree limb and a rabbit hopped by. It isn't like this every day, but occasionally all the stars align.

This morning I awoke allergy ridden, but this evening I will go to sleep having a full day's work behind me. Tomorrow I will get up and pick up where I left off the day before. There was a time when I looked forward to having nothing to do each day. However, I've decided having nothing to do a lot of the time is far worse than having something to do most of the time. Work is picking up as the book launch nears and finally, once again, there is a sense of completion on the horizon.