Autism Journal #1

Earlier tonight, as I sat out on my back porch getting a bit of fresh air, the beginnings of a monsoon storm started rolling in. My senses already heightened from the stress of the holiday, I opened my phone and began writing some notes on what was happening around me. And for no particular reason, I had the idea of writing what I wrote in the notes app on here – simply titled, “Autism Journal”.

I’m sitting down on the concrete floor of my back patio as a dust storm builds. The heavy winds come and go, nothing consistent. The smell of rain lingers in the air. A trickle of heavy raindrops runs through every few minutes for seconds at a time. The air is getting thicker with the mixed scent of rain, dust, and pollen.

The sound of low rumbling thunder goes off in the distance.

Did I mention I have my headphones on? Bob’s Burgers is playing on YouTube TV. The kids are bribing Mr. Frond.

Alerts pop up across my phone screen for a flash flood warning in effect till midnight.

More trickling rain glides along with the swirling wind. *How’s that for a bit of “creative writing”?*

More thunder now. This one was shorter. A much larger one followed a minute later.

The air is now mellow, and sweet.

More frequent thunder. A large boom above me, sending a bird fleeing from the tree on the other side of this patio fence.

There are kids stupidly playing outside as the heavy dust storm begins to pass through. Higher winds now. Stronger.

If there’s any upside to this storm is the lack of ability in launching off fireworks. I can only hope and wish the storm remains long enough through the holiday.

So there you have it. The first in a series of poorly written journals and for reasons I do not know.