Tornado warnings. Tornado shelters. Not being a comforting, responsible adult in front of my students (but, hey, they're adults too, right?). Discussing Candide as the skies rage.
I worry about the strawberries, that they'll be water logged and wasted and it will be another year before I experience berry bliss.
I worry about the people whose homes and businesses and livelihoods are damaged or destroyed.
I worry about the connection between extreme weather and climate change.
Thunder rumbling throughout my body. Lightening illuminating the sky. Rain pouring down.
I love curling up under a soft fleecy blanket or a crocheted throw, made by my grandmothers.
I love losing myself in an intricate novel.
I love the soothing comfort of a hot cup of tea and nowhere to go.