One is... WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!
It's hard. It's hard to wrap your mind around something so violent yet so short lived.
Something so localized and selective.
The world wants to move on so quickly, when I want to yell
"AN F3 JUST TORE THROUGH MY LIFE!!!!"
If you didn't live in it's direct path, it's like it didn't happen.
Our neighbor's? Not a twig was moved by it. Not a fucking twig. The vacant house in foreclosure across the street... that could actually afford roof damage?... Not a thing. The vast majority, even in our small town, is completely in tact.
But it hit us.
And it's hard to deal with.
Things are getting cleaned up, but it's still so traumatic.
And every time we look out the windows there are huge reminders.
It happened. And you remember. The terror. It was real.
Yes, it could have been worse, but right in your face, right across the street, is the reminder that it also could have been better.