My life probably runs on a different clock than yours. I get home from work around midnight. And as luck would have it, my wife is getting home from her trips this month at about the same time.
We converged on the manor within minutes of each other early this morning, tired after long days, compounded by drives home lengthened by road construction.
And then the rains came. And the thunder. And the lightning.
So we opened a garage door, put two patio chairs side-by-side, opened a bottle of white wine, and watched the show.
A cool breeze blew away the long hot day, and the thunder substituted nicely for conversation.
One a.m. An Inch moment. Nice.