rejectomorph | Are They Arriving?

Evening thinned the clouds which had made afternoon gray. A few are now draped around the waxing moon, but are too silky to conceal it entirely. Despite this poverty of clouds, I see the tree line to the west silhouetted by periodic flashes that look like sheet lightning, though no sound of thunder follows. It can't be heat lighting, as what little heat the day brought is now gone, and the night air is fresh and cool. It is unlikely to be flashing headlights of cars passing over dips, as there is no sound of cars nearby, and the light is too bright to be from more distant cars. I have no explanation for these flashes of light. Perhaps they are a message from some mysterious power. Maybe I should join the family.