My own flow.

We had a continuous rumble of thunder today. For maybe a half hour. Sounded like a big storm was about to hit. But it’s all passed. With only a few sprinkles. And no wind. Sounded ominous for a while. And I sort of liked it. Because it was different. Unusual. That’s one of the many things I like about life. The unusual. I’m drawn to unusual people, too. The ones that are different. Out of the ordinary. Yes, extraordinary. I’ve never had any qualms about being different. I don’t particularly want to be like others. It’s all right if I don’t fit. Some people just like to blend in. Well, I like to go with the flow, too. My own flow. –Jim Broede