last night i was reading the lightning field, watching the sky in the window frame spark and branch lightning. this morning we swam out and saw a lone lightning tree over the water to the north, and had an electric swim. now the window is blind with rain and i'm listening to the lightning map clicking. i once visited a stone reader who was struck by lightning which split the tree she was hiding under, and she was opened up and could read people and show them the stones they need. she made me a string of garnets with a silver ganesh in the center. but i lost that one, along with my other articulated elephant boy, and i'd like to ask the lightning to open me up and show me what it means. click, click, click.