‘after a few hours of dejected driving, the night sky would darken, clear itself of clouds, and a million sparking diamonds would appear’. He would then pull over on the side of the road, stop his car, ‘turn off the lights, look up — and begin healing, amidst wonders that make my small pain even smaller — until it disappears altogether. How can anything you say, or do, or feel matter beneath such stunning beauty and depth? This is also storm chasing.’
