WOW—

Shortly after 5 a.m. the near unconsciousness of deep sleep was blasted by white hot illumination--like magnesium being explosively ignited followed instantly by the bone rattling concussion of a small, nuclear detonation.

The mind slowly escapes the mental fog and gently senses gratitude for the absence of any evidence of a real explosion.

From near silence, torrents of rain gush through the leafy canopy and pummel the roof as if to make it submit—then, just as suddenly, only a pitter-patter of near silent rain drops as the storm succumbs as instantly as it materialized.

I could see a soft reflection in Max’s eye as he did sentinel duty beside the bed.

And all was well once again.