I spent all morning thinking I should go for a swim before it starts thunder storming, but I waited and waited until the clouds were at their most gray and forbidding.
By the time I changed into my bathing suit and slipped into the water, the storm was heavy in the air, imminent. I stayed close to home in case I heard thunder, swimming laps back and forth across our side of the bay.
It was incredibly calm and still; there wasn’t another soul on the lake as far as I could see. Quiet, except for the birds twittering excitedly as if they, too, were trying to get their jobs done before hunkering down for the storm.