We had a tornado warning last night. I live in New England and it’s November. I thought it was a mistake. The National Weather Service meant to simply issue a High Wind Advisory and pushed the wrong button.
I could hear the wind passing through the tall stand of trees next to my condo.
Then, I received an email notice of the High Wind Advisory AND another Tornado advisory.
I was in my pajamas after a hard day constructing Venus from marshmallows (He liked the idea!!) and I looked around and said, “O, c’mon! I’m too tired for a tornado!” and turned on the TV to check local stations.
Regular programming, that was a good sign. But, Oh, damn, then came that scroll underneath…”The National Weather Service has issued a Tornado warning and it’s in effect until 2:00 AM!”
That was five hours from now. What was I supposed to do? Go down to the basement? To a room without windows? Gather my sentimental and important documents into a bag that I could carry? The wind really was beginning to take on “freight train” decibel levels.
I didn’t move a pinkie. The news showed the homes in LA going up in flames and I thought, “I wonder if there’s some fool in that home, which is currently totally in flames, who said, “Oh, C’mon! I’m too tired for a fire!”
I went to sleep and woke up early in the morning after the storm had passed though the winds are still high and moaning. Yes, that is the right word.
I went out early with my coffee and took this photograph along side the train tracks that go into Boston. There were no reports of a tornado touching down in New England last night but if there had been, I would have died in my sleep which, truth be told, Is a little what November and this photograph feels like to me.
©Pat Coakley 2008
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