There was (and maybe still is) a jazz station in Los Angeles that called itself The Quiet Storm. Sort of easy listening jazz blended with smooth R&B.
Well, last night I witnessed The Silent Storm. For and hour or more, lightning flashed over the Sangre de Cristo Mountains rising behind Taos. The thunder never made it to where I was in Tres Piedras, thirty miles away. If I hadn’t been tired I would’ve shot video of it. True artists don’t let something as minor as fatigue get in the way of their work. So I was just a member of the audience this time.