The Xterra rode into the night and the cold black front followed.
Jose and I are headed south on Highway 59, headed to spend Thanksgiving in Corpus Christi with his family. (Blogging from the iPhone! Love it!) There is a spectacular lightning show going on outside my window in the towering clouds of the cold front that is pushing through this area tonight. The squall line is so clear and defined that it reminds me of photos of the inside of the eye of hurricane.
At first the light was diffuse, mere flashes flickering among the clouds. But as it gets closer, I can see huge spider webs, fingers of electricity working their way from cloud to cloud. The end of the clouds protrude into the sky and I swear it forms the profile of a man’s face. Eyebrows, nose, cheek and chin. He is coming to get us, flashing in anger and bringing the cold behind him.
Texas thunderstorms are truly like no other.
And so we race the front to see who can get to Corpus first.
