An unexpected and sudden storm blew in late afternoon last week.  The skies in Montana had been thick with smoke from wildfires burning across the West, and the sun hung low and red in a hazy sky.  There wasn’t much daylight left for the evening dog walk, so I leashed Pono up and we stepped out onto the front porch.  In the same instant a gust nearly took us off our feet and a low rumble of thunder rippled across the sky.  We stepped back across the threshold, shut the door,