November 14, 2011- The Blue Hour

The Gulf of Mexico is the mother of our weather. Look outside and see the bare trees of late Fall. Step outside and feel the south wind. It is 77 degrees. Anyone who has lived here a few years knows what is coming.

It is not good.

By morning I suspect we will be under a Tornado Watch. If I hear the sirens, we will be under a tornado warning, which means one may be somewhere near, on the ground.

Sometimes the Doppler radar is the only one who sees the clouds rotating, and the funnel clouds never drop. We hope for the best. I dreamed tornado dreams many a night the first years that I lived down here. They were always coming, and in swarms. How glad I am that I do not have to drive out tonight-