One year ago I was experiencing the sweltering heat of Southern Indiana without air conditioning, as I gazed out into my yard at the destruction of the storm that left us without power a day earlier.
The trees were merely pawns.
There is no evidence today where this giant once stood--just in my memory.
After the storm, the humid repressive heat was miserable, and just when we thought we would melt, the electricity returned.
Storms remind us to be grateful for the amenities
along with a reminder of the unpredictability of life.
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