A violent wind storm felled trees all over our area recently. It didn’t affect me directly; working indoors protected me from the raging winds and sideways rain. The worst I expected to happen was that the power would go out. Like it had been doing frequently. BGE couldn’t keep up with the crazy weather and lightning strikes.
Indeed, the power did fail. I was in the public library using a computer. The thrum of the air conditioning ceased abruptly with the lights and computers blanking out. Although emergency lighting blinked on within moments, the lack of air movement sounds and the yellowish tone of the spotlights lent an eerie quality to the space. Outside through the windows, it looked like night. I had been so focused on my work that I felt displaced in time!
I left the library only to stand by the entrance watching the rain cascade down from a black sky. Several other people huddled there; a few souls braved the downpour and ran toward their cars, with or without umbrellas. The rain let up a scant 10 minutes later and I walked gingerly to my car, avoiding puddles.
A surreal pall lay over the neighborhood as I drove through it after the storm. The gray sky loomed darkly above and held a threat of continued rain. Drivers behaved insanely with no traffic lights. Cars crowded the lanes and bunched together. No one could enter the main road from side streets. Branches and leaves littered the streets. Police car lights flashed where trees fell and blocked entire streets!
This tree alongside Western Run shattered from the assault of high winds. Spiky parts jut upwards from the remaining trunk. Its length lay in pieces beside it and in the road. I drove past this tree many times before the storm, never suspecting it was hollow. It took a great storm to reveal its inner secrets.
Isn’t life a bit like that, too?