after the storm

I survived twister 2012! Every spring there are always a few tornado scares.  I guess I'm used to them and usually ignore them.  Unless the sirens go off, mama doesn't get out bed.

It actually was pretty bad this year, though.  It is eery to see homes leveled on the news in towns that I was in yesterday. I don't know - that stuff always seems like it will never happen to you.

It started out as a very different day, and ended one for that matter.  I woke up and looked out the window and smiled.  It was dim out, it was cool. It wasn't hot.  I had finished a whole slew of editing, I was exhausted, and today was going to be a down day, a great day.    Woodrow and I had a great stroll, there was a great breeze and I was planning a great 6 hour nap with the windows open.

Within an hour everyone was calling and telling me to turn on the news.  TV hadn't been plugged on in a while.  So I plug the blasted thing in, turn it on, and it's the all too familiar doplar showing the purple, red, and green areas of the storm.  An hour later the sky was green and my sister was over and trying to shove me in a closet with her.  They came close but never hit our town.  We were lucky, others down the road weren't.  How can someone wake up on Tuesday, head off to work and come home to a pile of rubble?  So sad.  

Fast forward a few hours. I'm done. I call it a night at 5pm.  A few hours later I hear Woodrow's frantic squirrel bark from far away.  Sure enough, the front door was open and someone smelled a squirrel 3 house down.  I head to physically remove him from trying to climb the tree and notice something - it is the most beautiful night I've seen in years, probably.  The sky is gorgeous, the breeze is perfect, and the most perfect light is floating around.  How could it have all changed so quickly?  After the storm is so much better than I ever thought it could be.  after any storm.