When I was young and stoopid and keen for adventure, I left the basement where classmates and professors had massed and huddled. A warning siren had sent us all sprinting.
The sky had felt oppressive of oncoming storm and still. Then the wind came a-howling, and siren shrieked. Generally panicked, everyone had run for cover. It felt close and claustrophobic in the shelter. I slipped away.
I ran up four flights of stairs, three steps at a time and came out on the roof of the biology building. Weirdest sky I'd ever seen on land, an eerie pulsing green. Leaves were being torn from the summer trees. Wind velocity increased and out across the north Texas prairie, I saw the twister, writhing.
It was like water spouts I'd watched as a child in eerie-skied Key West. Highly charged cloud suddenly grounds into the sea, swirling wildly and draws up a tunnel of ocean, like spiraling stem of mushroom cloud. Woe the small boat in those waters.
The Texas twister came dancing cloud to earth, dark and blasting dust and debris. I gawked, fascinated. Then some vestige of common sense turned my attention to the green house on the roof. Glass, you idjit. RUN! By now tree branches were breaking, tossed like petals sky high.
I tore down the stairs, and scuttled in among my classmates, sitting hard on the ground. A foolish adventure, but the air in those moments, I'll never forget, wild and exhilarating.
The tornado passed us by. Not so, Oklahoma. Terrifying images of mile wide brute force. http://12160.info/page/live-local-news-video-stream-tornado-cuts-mile-...
We live on a planet, near a sun in uproar, and a solar system bright with meteors and glimpses of more than we know, more than we can guard against or control. Awesome heart-stunning times.
Wherever we are, it's the place to be.