Tornado Warnings

The dually and I are wheeling around the back 40 Getting Things Done when I get a voice message from Missoula, Montana. "Don't know what's going on there, but there are tornado warnings your way!"

The skies have been pregnant yet unexpressive but for a few bloated, lazy drops earlier. I'm intinsically edgy, anticipating my impending summer sojourn, so can't trust my own inner weather-or-not-ometer. Ginny cheerfully affirms in her inimitable matter-of-factness "oh yeah, tornado--" just as the skies open and the deluge consumes.

Tornado thoughts conjure the obvious. I haven't found the full movie on Youtube yet. Even in pieces, it's amazing how well the album integrates with the film.

Storm's thundered on. Heading back out to race nightfall.