Our last night in Florida, Mike called from the car port, “C’mon out and watch this light show.
It was one of those nights when lightning was flashing every two seconds off in the distance, lighting up the fluffy clouds but far enough away to be as entertaining as a fireworks display.
I went out to find Mike sitting in my usual chair. What was that about? He offered to try to encourage his little buddy to vacate the other chair, but I decided I would just go back inside.