For me and my family, the high-pitched moan of a tornado siren was so commonplace we rarely took notice, even as the storm clouds turned day into night. Such is life in Missouri, located in the heart of a region in the United States called Tornado Alley. I was so intrigued by the wonders of weather, I’d press my nose against the window to watch the cornfields dance in the wind as the meteorologist insisted we seek shelter. But after one too many false alarms, how can we heed every warning?
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.