that i was the center of the world.
once on a boat on a sunny midday in very heavy white fog, i was afraid in a way i have never felt again. once it rained so hard the water seemed to be rising off the ground, not falling. on occasion my house shakes and my windows rattle from thunder. i wake up buried in snow. routinely i would see weather not quite like any i had ever seen before; this is still the case 50 years later. whatever the weather, i like it. 