Day 4,049 —the Storm is Over—

 

         The sunrise was orange and red this morning, and it was chilly enough for me to wear a long-sleeved shirt. I couldn’t help but think about how different things look in the city. I drive down Skinker by Forest Park to work and so many trees are down. It is so sad, and I know it is worse in the city, where the houses and businesses are in rubble. It is encouraging to learn about how many people dropped everything to help out how they could, but for some of the people who lost their home, it is going to take a long time to find a new solution. I don’t know what I would do if a tornado took my home, or even if a tree were to be picked up and land on it.

         I was looking at the path yesterday, and the tornado barely missed my office, and I left an hour before it hit. It isn’t the first time I have had a close call in my life, and it is scary. It is always hard to process something that almost happened because it didn’t happen, but knowing that it could have done something different to you. I will never look at a calm, sunny day the same way. When a guy at our office was telling me about the tornado warning, I kept thinking about how nice the day was, so I believed him, but at the same time, I wasn’t processing that a tornado could be down the street in a matter of minutes.