Summertime, and the living’s easy

Ah, how I have missed a good thunderstorm.  On my walk home today I was drenched by big, fat, lazy rain (and less-lazy hail, but such is life).  It’s a joy to open the windows and listen to the rumbling of a local thunderstorm and then wander through the woods at sunset.  The sun doesn’t really set these days, it just disappears below the horizon and leaves a twilight sky behind.  If you haven’t been to Norway in summer, you should get here: It’s 2am and the sun is still painting the sky. (Skedsmokorset, Norway)