Last night a storm rolled in as we were having dinner. We sat in the restaurant, eating french fries and watching the clouds steadily grow more and more menacing. They darkened and moved in a way that seemed slow and deliberate and fast as hell at the same time. They churned and twisted.
It was like we were watching the sky boil.
Then came the wind, slow at first and then intense, pushing trees and moving everything that wasn’t rooted in place, tied down, or heavy enough to stay in one place. It felt like everything was in flux.
The uncertainty continued as we went home. There was thunder, lightning, and it looked like different parts of town had lost electricity. There was even a streetlight without power.
Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone. The skies are still dark. But the wind is still. It feels silent outside, where just an hour ago there was unrelenting noise.