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From: wrayb Date: December 16th, 2003 05:19 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: snowy fresh air

fluffy fresh snow is so special, and fragile. Like spring flower blossoms, it changes so quickly, hardening or melting, or some combination of both.

Tornados and thunder storms. I spent many evenings in cellars waiting until the tornado warning was past. The practice paid off for my grandparents. One time when they came up from the cellar their house and those of their neighbors had been exploded by a tornado. The replacement their insurance bought just wasn't the same. Un-Dorothy-like I found that after the storm I never could really go back to Kansas (actually the panhandle of Texas for me) after having gone off to OZ...

Lightening storms are special too. Once my friends and I were sitting and speculating on middle east tensions and skirmishes developing into regional wars and blossoming into world conflagration. While that morbid and seemingly endlessly timely conversation evolved a storm had come up and a sudden flash of lightening was so close to our front room windows that for a moment, even through the curtains, so much light came in that it seemed that the wall had vaporized and that we could see outside just as if the wall was not there. We all thought that the missile silos just outside of town perhaps had been a target and we were going up in flames with them.

ah, storms.

wray
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