Sunday Morning, Blues to a Louisiana Howl

 Sunday Morning, May 25, 2025: From 1 AM Blues to a Louisiana Howl

The transition from Saturday night into Sunday morning wasn't the gentle slide one might hope for. Around the 1 AM mark, a familiar quiet settled as the rerun shows on my phone faded into silence. It's that particular stillness that can sometimes amplify the late-night blues.

But the quiet didn't last. The early hours of this Sunday were punctuated by a dramatic shift in the weather. What began as a calm night quickly turned into a vivid display of nature's power. Suddenly, a sharp, deafening crack of thunder ripped through the stillness, instantly followed by a brilliant flash of lightning that illuminated my room through the window.

The wind joined the symphony of the storm with a ferocity that was almost primal. It howled outside my apartment, a sound so intense it conjured images of a Louisiana Rougarou, the legendary werewolf of the swamps, its mournful cry echoing through the cypress trees. The wind seemed to possess a life of its own, rattling the windows and whispering tales of the wild.

For a moment, the familiar comfort of my room was replaced by the raw energy of the storm. It was a stark reminder of the powerful forces that can sweep through our world, even in the heart of Shreveport. The intensity of the lightning and the howling wind created an almost surreal experience, as if I had been transported from my quiet apartment to the depths of a Cypress Swamp under a tempestuous sky.

As the initial burst of the storm passed, a heavier rain began to fall, a steady drumming against the roof and windows. The wild howl of the wind softened to a persistent moan. Now, as Sunday morning truly dawns, there's a lingering sense of the storm's drama, a reminder of the unexpected power held within a Louisiana night.

The quiet of this Sunday morning feels different, imbued with the memory of the storm's fierce energy. It's a day that begins not with gentle sunlight, but with the echo of thunder and the whisper of the wind. A reminder to appreciate the stillness that follows the storm, and the peace that Sunday often brings, even after a dramatic entrance.

I am now sitting on the porch enjoying a good hot cup of coffee, watching the storm and listening to the howling wind of the storm.

Yours Captain Hedges

How did the night's storm affect your Sunday morning?

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