A few weeks ago, I left an insane comment on someone's blog about the beauty of storms. Afterwards, I thought, how stupid! These storms can kill! I just accidentally did it again, at Therese's blog. Am I insane? They had a window break in their house, and if they had been sitting one room over, they would've spent the night in the emergency room!
What is wrong with me? I see this picture, and ... I just get that feeling, that awed, ohmigod feeling. I see the picture. I see that lives, homes could be destroyed, and yet I can't tear my eyes away. That twister is amazing. Breathtaking.
Why was the movie Twister so amazing? Why did the sight of that tornado make me gasp at ... its beauty? Its horrible, terrible, beauty?
All I can think is, how inappropriate.
It's like looking at the ocean. I mean, look at this picture. That's a wave. That's a wave. That's a wave that can kill, that's a wave that can devastate a whole network of people who love the person who could be crushed by its power. Why do I find that beautiful?
I'm dying to learn how to surf (kind of hard with the ocean thousands of miles away, LOL). I'd love (and would probably pee my pants) to see a twister up close (and yet far enough away to be safe). I love sitting on the porch in storms, the wind and rain biting me while thunder and lightning crash all over the place. I feel so alive and awed and excited, all rolled into one.
Am I absolutely insane???