All Hail

A storm came through this morning; the leading edge just after 7:00 a.m. (It inspired my poem for today, No Escape.) Temperatures dropped 30 degrees and the wind was fierce. A little after 10:00 a.m., the rain started. And then the hail.

Unfortunately for me, I was driving through the hail storm. The impact sounded like gun shots. There was no place for me to take cover. I really thought my windshield was in danger of breaking, the hail was coming down with such force. There was so much of it, the roads were totally covered in white.

This is the only photo I took, when we stopped for lunch about an hour after the hail storm ended.

Hail on the doorstep

Hail and more hail

View from my Window

The view from my window
Depends on me to see it
I can drive by, day after day
Looking straight ahead

But

Ahead is not the only line of sight
I can always find something
To the left and to the right
And the trail left behind, as well

Taking the time to notice
Fellow travelers, the changing seasons
Helps me along my way

Chocolate Labrador Retriever looking out the back window of a vehicle

Back Seat Driver

Bluebonnets in a field

Bluebonnets, oh, bluebonnets

The back of a utility truck with equipment

It’s not blocking the view; it is the view

NaPoWriMo Day 11