Tornadoes

Do you get tornadoes? I’ve always lived in towns where tornadoes happen when you least expect it. Once, while at college in North Louisiana, a tornado passed through as I walked back to the dorm from a class. I hid under an open stairwell as nature wreaked havoc around me. And then my house here in Orlando had its top ripped off during Hurricane Irma — the roofers told me that a hurricane-wind inspired tornado hit my home. So I’m no stranger to tornadoes.

Last night I was preparing dinner, and, out of our large window that looks over Lake Holden, I caught a weird blue flash. I was already on edge due to a ‘tornado warning’ in effect and incredibly ominous low-hanging inky clouds on the horizon. So I looked up and just past the lake I saw a huge tornado funnel traveling north.

For context, here’s one of my daily dawn photos of the lake to give you my vantage. And now here’s a video someone took of the very tornado I saw. Luckily, I wasn’t as close as the person who made that video, but I was close enough.

About a quarter-of-a-mile away from me, there’s a lot of damage. Fortunately, there are no reports of fatalities or even injuries. I’m unnerved and in awe. That tornado funnel on the horizon — with occasional blue sparks and flashes lighting its interior — is an image that will stick in my head for a while.

I woke up this morning with the Butthole Surfers’ “Tornadoes” in my head. The song really does sound like getting swept away by a tornado.