2004-10-19 - 6:03 p.m.
Last night I thought my chest was ripping open.
Maybe it did, a little bit.
And earlier I saw a tornado form, swirling and snaking white above my parents' field. Broad and in slow motion, I watched, barefoot in a puddle, as it touched down and went back up, following another funnel cloud out of sight.
born again
