Saturday I posted a
photo
of an approaching storm with a caption ending in “y’all forgive me but I
love a good storm” and it was a very good storm… or a very bad one
depending on your perspective.
After posting that photo we
journeyed to my son’s home in adjacent Van Zandt county for a fish-fry
and enjoyed the show from the safety of his garage. As lightening danced
and crackled over the oak trees we cracked jokes, reminisced and
watched crispy fillets float to the surface in vats of boiling oil. We
didn’t even mind the loss of electricity; it did not affect us — we were
cooking with propane.
Little did we know only miles away lives
and livelihoods were being destroyed. As we were laughing ourselves to
tears, others wept in fear and sorrow.
We made our way back home
[to a dark but undisturbed house] as the radio blasted warnings and
tales of catastrophe; declaring several tornadoes had passed through the
area(s). It turns out there were seven.
Seven tornadoes.
I did not perceive the impact until power was restored several days later and I could get a visual.
It definitely causes one to reflect.
These photos were taken yesterday from [almost] the same position of the one
Saturday. The same southern tree line is just above this view.
I still love a good storm but
lord my heart does break for all those suffering a loss. I would
appreciate it if you all would take a few seconds and send a positive
thought or prayer their way.
