Heavy storm clouds over a Midwestern city.

I read that our modern word “holiday” comes shortened from the older “holy day” but for some of us these are the high holy days windows rattling skin soaked through the house laid dark in an instant… I’d rather a holiday electric and alive visceral and unexpected having nothing to do with the mandates of dead men and everything to do with a broken-open sky bright arc flash rumbling roar and quickening animal heart knowing this instead is reverence this instead is real.