Atmospheric Gymnastics

The month of June brought the residents of West Michigan some of the most amazing skies I’ve seen in my life, day after day.  The skies put on the kind of show I once expected only in the mountains.

I should have known better, though.  When I lived in Central Texas as a boy, every once in a while a hurricane would hit the Gulf Coast.  These mega-storms inflicted their worst damage on residents of the seashore, yet they also spawned myriad tornadoes hundreds of miles inland.

Some of these twisters hid harmlessly above the base of the cloud layer, content with keeping to themselves.  Others hung in the air in plain sight of the earth below.  They danced and dipped and dabbled with the idea of touching down just long enough to carry off a house or a semi-truck.

It was as if a divine hand had reached into the heart of the state and set loose a hundred spinning tops, the way I might have done on the kitchen floor as a kid.  I remember marveling at the forces that unleashed such things, and I remember that the skies were always beautiful just before and just after the carnage.

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