I made a stop on my way home from work that put me in line with leaving at the time of a tornado warning in the area. I tried to get ahead of it but by the time I left, the sky was black and branches were starting to accumulate on the road. A down tree and an urgent message on kc101 to “avoid the area of Coventry / Mansfield Depot and the Storrs campus” shook some sense into me and I decided to pull over at Chucks to wait it out. I ordered a skinny margarita and a avocado crisp appetizer and fooled around on my phone while I made plans to see attend a book release / peaking event with a friend. I have been stepping outside of my comfort zone lately – after the spontaneous trip to Newport with Ty, and more recently singing up for a tap dance class with some friends. For various reasons, my view on life and on making moments count has allowed me to face some fears that I have been carrying for 37 years. Apparently tonight’s adventure will check off another box: escape a tornado.
The plus side of being out in a crazy storm is that there is some comfort in the magnificence of nature. In a matter of minutes the sky went from dark and stormy, to calm and peaceful. I pulled over to marvel in the views that I got witness and appreciated the fact that I had to literally “Weather the storm” to experience the colors and beauty of the aftermath. I stopped on the side of the road by one of my favorite hills with the most amazing views. There were a few other cars who stopped and joined me in my admiration and photo ops. I like people who find beauty in the sun set after a storm. They are my kind of people. The ones who recognize the importance of stopping to appreciate a moment. We always have somewhere to be, some place to hurry up to get to. Dinner to make, chores to do, part two of the life of a working parent was awaiting me, after all. But in that moment, standing at the hill and feeling the sporadic cards speed by was where I needed to be. I was able to capture some of this on camera, though the pictures do not do it justice. But I wanted to remind everyone to do this more often. Why not stop and acknowledge the magnitude of the Universe, and our piece of it. I was thankful to have witnessed it, and it has already inspired a whole slew of ideas.