We all had a little trouble falling asleep last night. Finally, I turned on a "nature sounds" app on my phone, selected "rain," set the timer for an hour, and tried to relax.
Suddenly, I was inundated with memories. I smelled cottony quilts and the cedar walls of a cabin at Albert Pike that my family rented every summer. Without fail, there would be at least one nighttime rain storm during our stay. The tangy smell of wet vegetation mixed with the last whiffs of snuffed campfires permeated the air. Lying in the dark, listening to the rain falling and the distant thunder, I was safely ensconced from my adolescent worries.
And while I drifted to sleep last night, I tried to ignore the sadness and heartbreak of the families whose lives were destroyed by the source of one of my most comforting childhood memories.