I'd peer out through the glass and take a good look around, except for the part where the lightning dances through the parking lot.

Ok, maybe not the parking lot. Maybe it's only a few miles off. Lingering. Shining. Just enough. Wanna come out and play?

Please. I cut my teeth on walking across miles of parking lots, with great metal spikes of lights sticking up and embracing the electrons.

I am not so readily tempted to come out into the field of fire...

Not today, anyhow. Perhaps next time, there may yet be a day of frustration that leads me astray.