Five Brothers in an MM Legend, on a wet and warm Saturday morning. Heard thunder at 530 AM, and that was a treat. I love a good thunderstorm, although with the world being the way it is right now it’s hard not to equate an approaching storm with darker ideas...
Neighbors across the street are out in the rain, running a skid steer machine and moving logs. They cut down a beautiful, healthy pine tree in their front yard, just out of boredom I suppose. I talked to the male this morning, he’s friendly as can be but I know, deep down, that he’s an alien and is hiding something over there...am I one of those people now? Help...