It's getting dark outside. It is still, very little wind and a perfect seventy-five degrees. There are clouds in the sky but they don't look scary tonight and the forecast doesn't call for more rain for several days. We can breath a little easier, sleep a little better tonight.

I've often wondered if my Dad actually put thought into picking a spot that might be safe from tornadoes or if it was just coincidental. We live in a low spot with a hill behind us. The Canadian River is just a few miles north of us and I've heard that tornadoes will follow the path of the river. My family has been here for almost fifty years and we've never been hit by one... thank goodness.

I guess we humans don't have much choice but to live somewhere where something natural might wipe us off the face of the earth. ... earthquakes, blizzards, volcanoes, hurricanes, tsunamis, tornadoes, flooding.

Levi and I sat on the porch last night doing our storm watch thing and talked about how strange the attraction to storms is. You can't help but be in total awe of such power and glory when the lightning is blasting all around you, the wind is making the trees bow to it, the sky is boiling with dark angry looking clouds and at the same time be terrified of what it might bring.

Right now I think I will go sit on my bench and watch the night come in.