Setting our sights for home after dropping the baby girl...

I do believe that the highway to Chowan is 5 hours of riding in the sky.  The sky comes down to meet you.  I really didn't think Mrs. Day would be on cloud duty.   My surprise was great on the way there in that she was not just on cloud duty, but she was intent on entertaining me with delightful creatures doing and dancing all around us.  She has become quite the animator, in my years of getting to know her.  She was rejoicing with me and all of the mothers who know that they may never live to see an empty nest.   Each movement in that direction is a moment of progress.

I had to giggle a few times at the allusions to the Olympics that she made.  There were creatures diving and playing sports, running, etc.  Once we got to the campus, I lost track.  The last lap around the campus before we left her was spectacular.

You could see this beautiful storm brewing in the distance.  It looked as though you could see the first half of our trip's weather pattern.  The dark, dark cloud formation looked like a little praying child in a "mea culpa" stance on the knees and the big cloud was a huge welcoming face.  They got closer and closer to each other until the forehead of the little one became one with the forehead of the big face.  The silver lining was radiant and the angel slides were coming down from the formation at regular intervals.  I remember thinking, I do hope we are not going that way.  When we got to the highway and we were certainly going that way, I was grateful for the warning from heaven.  It was beautiful, even with my heart heavy from departing from my little chick.

Ordinarily, the cows have something to say about our departure trip.  This time it was an instructional visit about how to eat and how they keep their strength up by eating every half hour or so.  I didn't hear them for my talking.   Ev told me that part.

Well, before the tempest,  I looked to the right and there was a young man whose eyes seemed aware of the danger we were entering.  He looked more fearful than I am.  It was right to be fearful.  The wind kicked up and the water sounded like it wanted to tear the roof off of the car.   We just pulled over to the shoulder, until we could see again.  We went through lesser and lesser storms until the rain and the dark clouds were behind us.  A beautiful pink and orange sunlit sky was to our right.  That is the side that reminds me of "footloose", for some reason.  It was brighter than neon and a little dark cloud pattern looked like Santa and his sleigh was in front of the curtain of neon.   I hope that means someone got saved and heaven is rejoicing greatly.

Of course, we didn't have a camera!;)