Mary

As I was driving across the plains and short grass prairies of eastern Colorado, thunderstorms brewed to the north. The wide open view made it easy to watch the storms develop and sheets of rain pour to the earth. They did not fall straight down, though; they came down in curved ribbons with upper winds blowing one direction and the surface winds blowing them in another. The lightening bolted from the clouds to the ground and back up. It was beautiful to watch and amazingly the storms moved east as I drove east and I never drove into them. I felt Austin's spirit that day and appreciated the strength and beauty of the weather more because of him.