| | Last night I figured out why I like storms so much (the rain and thunder type, not the hurricanes). I had just snuggled into bed when I heard the thunder in the distance. As a kid, thunderstorms scared the bejesus out of me, but now I sleep better during storms. I feel comforted by them. Why the change? Well, I can be fairly confident that all the rain and wind coming my way is gong to be stopped by a not a great deal of materials shaped into a wall or window. That's when it hit me: it's not the rain that comforts me, or the safety from that rain. No, it's the building itself. The simple occurrence of a building doing what it was designed to do acts as a monument to the human ability to understand, and therefore manipulate, nature. And that just made me feel all warm and tingly inside. Anyway, carry on.
Sarah
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