Lightning

Lightning always reminds me of summers from my childhood. No matter where we lived, we'd always spend part of our summer here in Utah visiting. My grandparents had a house on the Provo bench, and they had a big window overlooking the valley. When there was a storm, we'd look out over the whole valley and watch the lightning. Grandpa usually gave us a physics lesson on the speed of sound, and we'd count the seconds between the flash and the boom. (If you were wondering, every five seconds is about a mile away...)

So Paige and I were counting the seconds tonight during the storm, and thinking of Grandpa Woodbury.