I Can Just Hear My Father Yelling "Stay Away From the Windows!"

Tonight, the seas were almost flat calm and the moon was bright, so the sky was a rich midnight blue instead of black. I tell you, Orion never looked so bright. Usually, I think the ancients were crazy when they say "that constellation looks like a dragon" because they almost always don't, but out here, man, out here Orion looks like a hunter (apparently, he doesn't have a bow like I always thought, thanks, Wikipedia, for ruining that for me). These big, fluffy cumulus clouds started rolling in, all silver and gray encroaching, perfectly, like a blanket being pulled up to your chin and thin, skeletal branches of white lightning spread across the clouds, making the night brighter. Once in a while one of the streaks of lightning would snap out across the midnight sky instead of staying in the clouds. I've never seen a storm like it where part of the sky was pewter and part of the sky midnight and stars.

Nights like this are why I'm thankful to be a sailor.