one less day, one more, one day

Just then I was driving, I'd ridden to the reservoir, across and around it, taking pictures of trees and water and clouds. I was on my way back from that, on the interstate, the overpass of 55 onto 20, the stack, and sweet fuck if it wasn't an overload. There was a storm today. Not one that gathered or rose but one that came, from the west, travelling to the east. it had just recently passed the interstate I was on and the back porch of the storm was orange, and there were two rainbows, crossing arches tucked in the fuzz, and looking west, a flame thrown sunset, a jet thrusting the storm further east, and I caught in the middle almost killed myself trying to take as many of any kind of pictures I could. Fanfucking tastic, and I didn't even get to the lightning.