The Elusive Lightning Lottery

The streets are slightly darker today as the sun starts to slowly sink below our reach. An indication of the colder weather's approach. In the sticky heat of yesterday's weekend, the heavyset woman presented herself as one looking to please, but knew she would settle for any man. Problems come in so many ways, having our health is the wealthiest one can get.

Lottery anticipation anxiety. I could have a chance since I did buy a few tickets, but without ever looking, the TV news is quick to tell that the winning ticket has been sold in East Bejeezus or New York City. Today that has not happened yet.

6:10 a.m. I passed two runners on my way, who, in the darkness which seems to return too quickly, are too intently focused upon the true riches of better health and a longer life with a few more chances to hit that large evasive promise to mega riches.

The anticipation comes to a screeching halt when the early morning news tells everyone that the ticket for the winnings of $320 million was purchased in an obscure gas station north of Chicago. Oh well. Not today.

The lightning moved through the clouds from one to another high above the town. No noise of it pounding some unsuspecting neighborhood, just a translucent flash from a heavenly photographer snapping images of the masses still sleeping below. In through the windows and doors mostly unnoticed. The elusive lightning lottery. They say your chances are better to be struck with the former. Who first thought of heat lightning?