i took a rain soaked walk with the dog tonight, as no respite would come from the clouds overhead. our steps were illuminated by the strobaphobic light show from above and by the passing headlights from below. both were too numerous and frequent to count. ive never seen so many lightning strikes in such a small window of time, and it seemed that on any other night it would be a treacherous end to a nondescript day. but nondescript nor ending will it be, as all i could think about was you and your little car pushing through this inclement weather increment by stormy increment, traveling a hundred miles in a deluge, all just to come and curl up next to me. and i wonder for your sake if i, or it, is worth the trouble. and as i finger dried my hair safe in the comfort of my room where you soon will be, i look at the picture of us taken on that red couch in the hooka bar- and the only answer i can come up with is this- of course it is.