On June days, when the weather is hot and humid and the wind softly speaks up, the perfect recipe for a storm emerges. For a tornado. For whatever the Great Plains offers wild weather wise.
Like any storm, an odd sense of fear and captivation collides, bringing out the curiosity in humanity.
Perhaps some are too occupied with shelter, but most, I think, want to see, to know what is coming.
To be a small part in something grand.
And as the unknown meets a soul’s imagination, there is comfort in knowing we don’t yet know everything, that certain occurrences leave a person in awe, having absolutely nothing to do with anyone at all but simply following nature’s whim.
It’s evenings like this a girl is ok with a theater an hour away…
And while no shelter needed seeking, an evening on the front porch under questionable clouds offered the right amount of risk to observe the grand in life, while secretly clinging to the comfort of safety below the stairs.