#electrometeor:

We report: up north, the thunderstorms of this afternoon have found a home over the coast, hovering there for hours. While sleep escapes us, we track the path of lightning in the air. We sometimes also find the moon and the stars in and out of the clouds.

We report: we did not take our expert seriously when they said there would be a thunderstorm in the night, because they were wrong the five previous times they did. Now, just woken up from thunder, we think we will have to apologise in the morning. It starts raining more heavily.

We report: in the small hours of the morning, we caught a few fairies dancing far above the storm. They immediately hid from view again, obviously self-conscious of our noticing them. Our expert whispered about transient luminous events, as though afraid of spooking them away.

We report: we constantly underestimate the fabric of our universe, even as we are aware that it is a much larger, much more colourful tapestry than we could ever conceive. For every little thing that has been understood and explained, there are millions more that escape meaning.