Vicious tornadoes. Powerful storms. Hundreds die in the south. A mile-wide tornado leveled Tuscaloosa. Here on my ridge, a wild midnight ride. We watched nearby forest trees dance Tahitian, not hula. With lightning strikes, one after another after another. Sheets of rain. Wind and thunder. My sunrise viewing chair ended up in the back field... So minor in context...
"Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?"~ Rose Kennedy
Outside this morning, the birds are singing...
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