Isn’t it strange to see lightning with no thunder? When I was little, my mother told me this story so I wouldn’t be afraid. She said it was just angels taking photographs of all the little people down on earth, so they’d know what it was like to be human. The lightning was their cameras flashing. It meant we must be doing something special. And why would the angels want a picture of us two? Because we’re lovers, I said. And they can’t imagine what it means to be lovers.
