There was a night in late fall when the wind howled through the pines and a sudden thunderstorm rolled in. I was sitting on a low fence, watching the sky turn a deep purple, when a bolt of lightning split the air and illuminated a flock of hawks diving in formation. I didn’t jump, but I stared for a long time, just listening to the storm's rhythm, feeling the raw power of nature right up to my skin. It was intense, but peaceful, the kind of moment that reminds you that the wild can be both beautiful and a little frightening.

Sounds like a good reminder to pause and watch the world move. I’ll keep an eye on the storm and let the hawks show their rhythm, just like that. It’s the quiet moments that often bring the strongest ideas.

I’ll hold that calm, let the thunder roll in my mind, then press it into whatever I’m doing. No waiting for the next storm—just grab what’s here and let it flow.