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Lights and Heaven

I live part of the year on Cape Cod, a pennisular that juts out into the Atlantic from the commonweath of Massachusettes. Out here, the sea is never far away: At points the Cape is only a mile or so wide between bay and sea, and when we get thunderstorms, both the bay and the sea light up with split-second flashes of lightening hitting the sea leaving sound and darkness behind. This week my daughter and my nearly two-year old grandson are up to visit. Walking in town, the first drops of rain from this storm began to fall and is often the case in warm-day summer storms, people did not run or hurry that much, but let the rain hit them and wet them. As the first part of the storm passed, everything  glowed in the muted light and my grandson played and pointed to the boats in the harbor. Quite a day.