Last night, or rather, early this morning, the thunder was almost as loud as I’ve ever heard it. I thought of Cara in Alabama, who survived a recent tornado and described the roar it made. I tried to imagine what it would be like if the sound got much much louder, if I looked out the window and saw the storm develop into a tornado and what would I do? I realized I could never grab up the cats and get them and myself down five flights and into the basement in time. We’d be goners. I really felt for a moment the capriciousness of it, of nature. One minute you’re sleeping or watching tv, then boom. The world explodes, no time to run.
No, this is not yet another picture of a cop on a horse. It’s a cop on a horse giving directions. Very different.