Thunder comes with it.
When you're fun sized, the entire experience can be terrifying. Who am I kidding? It's terrifying at any size.
The home tree never gets hit by lightning.
The one next to it wasn't so lucky.
I was about fifty feet away from the blast. My ears are still ringing. For one brief moment, I saw everything in ultraviolet. Thumbelina's dramatic UV make-up, the markings on flowers. Even a faint glow where a passing fox marked a tree this morning. I can't say having a single moment of ultra violet vision was worth it for the bone-rattling I got.
If I ever thought my hair would go back to normal, I'm going to just have to abandon that hope. It's not only puffy, like a fairy's. Now it's frizzy and a little smelly from being singed.
Thumbelina disagrees.
Of course.
She says the lightning blast was just what she needed. I don't know what for. About the time she started to explain, my ears took on a melody all their own. A lot like a fifty-foot wine glass being rubbed by a giant finger. Rinnnnnnng. It's continuous. It probably won't stop until next week.
My fingers can still type, but that's about it.
This was NOT a good day.
-- Sabrina
Afternoon thunder storms are a pleasure for the fairies. I'm so sad Sabrina had a different reaction. I'll let her rest up for now. Maybe she'll feel better tomorrow.
May your moon flower open majestically.
-- Fresh
