Strange how some incidental thing will trigger old emotions. Feelings that were gone. Gone with the wind of time...or so I thought until a hair-trigger twitch brought them storming back. And as I brace myself against what has suddenly become a resurgent typhoon, groping for an anchor in the nebulous void of random thoughts, I suddenly burst into reality and lock in on a visual. For one credulous instant I'm convinced that I'm actually seeing the pelting raindrops -- hearing the roaring thunder. For a glorious moment I'm electrified with the lightning, and I grin and sing with the rain. It is real! How can it be real? Is it really? No way! It can't be! I blink, shake my head, and look again. And I'm right. The vision has faded. All that's left is the swirling darkness. All I can do is grope in the mud and feel the water run down my neck... And now I'm sad. It must have been a dream.   ¶ 1:01 AM