“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is a large matter. It’s the difference between the lightning bug and lightning.”
Mark Twain said that.
Once, caught in the eruption of a massive thunderstorm in the Texas Panhandle, I sat bottled up in my car like a lightning bug. In that sudden deep premature night, chain lightning chopped at the black sky non-stop from one absolute horizon to the other – then detonated all around me like a targeted barrage.
But despite sound, despite fury, and at its utter mercy, I found I could read a little Faulkner by the near continuous light.
© Joe Baniecki, GoTraveler Reflections (2017)