Pending: Thai Thunderstorm

The air was still warm--but I still shivered as the sun set. It was a habit from years of living in northern climates where, the majority of the year, when the rays disappear, cold sets in. But in Thailand, it was different. It never got cold. It was always a constant warm that, during the daylight hours, thickened in the humidity. And it was more of a de-thickening of th humid air at night, but it never got below 80. And there I sat, with the warm air whipping through my hair as a the truck barreled down the two lane road. The normal glow of the sunset at this time was dashed by the dark and impending storm clouds coming from the north. It was like the clouds were chasing the truck. And they caught up. The first couple drops came down hard and fast. And the truck sped along faster. I was in the back, in the bed of the truck, with five other Thais, one of which was a young child. There were at least three Thais in the cab. I can't recall, the luke-warm beer can showed marks from my clenched fingers, even though I acted as care-free as possible. Afterall, this was a typicall night out. One last sip, that was all. Toss the can. The dark clouds seemed to push out a hyper orange from the skyline, like a concentrated citrus juice squeezed, pulp and all. My long hair, caught by the wind pulling off of the speeding truck, occasionally stun my face. I was on the opposite side of the world. I no longer was in the dirver seat. I wasn't afraid. I was alive.