I paused in place as a small star covered paper passed my side, lading just to the edge of my foot as if it were meant to lie in that spot.
I could not come to terms in any rational fashion with the wadded mess, its origin, or position there on the middle of my lawn, instantly. It took more than a few moments to realize what was happening, as I stood holding my bag of photos and clothes that now represented some sort of treasure I could not bear to lose.
First, I thought the girls are messy and I should reprimand them when we get out of the church’s basement in about twenty minutes.
Then I realized, I knew the paper was not from anywhere near here and it had just descended from the sky because the wind carried it from a defeated town forty miles away. My face must have appeared strange to my daughter as the realization took hold while I watched even more pieces of paper float down to the grass and the words, “we better run” passed my lips in a scripted movie fashion.
Today, my heart goes out to all the people of Oklahoma, Kansas, and Iowa with their losses because I saw it, I saw the wind carry your belongings with the storm to my town, and I almost broke down because I cannot even imagine your loss.
May you find hope after the clouds clear today.
Photo I took after the storm.