THE COLOURS OF THE WIND

 

Such Weather art as REDS AND GREEEEENS and all the shocking orange and yellows screeching from the screen.   I'd found a young man with the charming name of MAX (insert little exclamatory, shattery O here)  VELOCITY, on YouTube and since he was doing all warnings to Montana, I just settled to my puzzle.   And THEN I realized:   There CAN'T be another Bloomington and Mitchell and Orleans and Evansville just South there in Montana---too much coincidence.   It was for HERE---I'd been out in the morning, with a little fun shop at ALDI for Christmas leftovers and stocking stuffers for next year, and all was well when I came in lugging all the loot.  

Between then and lunch and MAX, the skies had taken a TURN and then it began to get dark  and I set a little grabbit lantern at my feet just in case.   We had one traumatic outage this past Summer whilst we were having the house re-wired---trauma enough in itself, but worse.

You know how "They Say" that a tornado sounds like a "Freight Train,"---I suppose for the greater weight of the train at the time, rather than a nice excursion or Express for commuting. At least they said that in all my Southern raising---on the Memphis NEWS Dave Brown used those exact words.   And Somehow, the winds were so gusty and the cold descending fast---I swore I could hear AMTRAK and Illinois Central and the Queen:  City of New Orleans, right here around our house.   I LOVE trains with all the love in my small-town-girls' heart, but I could see our enormous TREES waving in the yard as limber as the WeatherBush.    The Across-the-street neighbors had taken down the elaborate array of all things inflatable and lightable, or we'd have had a mylar/vinyl/plastic catastrophe right here in the street.   And dear Minnie Mouse, who we have laughed at for years for her tendency to deflate overnight, and fall sprawling with a drunken smile on her face---once up a tree, with her inebriated, goofy grin facing US, might have made it as far as I-65 before landing.  

We made it through the night, with no visible damages, and only the tiniest dust of white rime in the sidewalk cracks to show for all the rain, but that YouTube art was Scary as all get-out---like runaway Seventies graffiti in neon colors.  I have not heard of any damages or outages, and  it did allow for a couple of hours of texting with Sweetpea, with our describing the sounds and strength of the rainfall and the winds, and setting up a date or two for lunch while she's out of school.     You take BLESSIGNS where you find 'em.      Stay warm and well.