STORMS ARE STRANGE | 2005-09-03
New Orleans reminds of something I experienced.
I remember a very weird experience I had TWICE after storms had hit. One after Hugo, one much earlier after a tornado.
What really made the experience seem psyhedelic was that it happened TWICE. Believe me, I know what being on drugs is like, but I was not on anything.
What happened was that I could look out of one side of the house I was in and see the full devastation of the storm. Trees were literally uprooted, the area looked like the classic after-storm scene.
Then I would talk to the other side of the house and there was not a sign of the slightest disturbance. Not a blade of grass had been twisted. Cars were parked where they had been, and were not even wet.
I walked back and forth, looking at the two scenes, like man in a comedy who has a pouring rain on one side of his house and sunshine on the other.
Storms are STRANGE.