Slippery

by nicolecallihan

Even here in Missouri the wind is starting to change. Mornings especially, I can feel the little bit of cool in the air, that bit of a breeze that reminds me summer won’t last forever. I’ve spent the last several days driving around Joplin looking at the mind-blowing devastation left in the wake of the May 22 tornado. Let’s go to Braum’s, I say; Gone, my in-laws tell me; Arby’s, I say; Gone, they say. It’s almost easy to forget how shady the parks used to be. I can hardly imagine all those trees uprooted and splintered and turned almost to nothing–to ash–in the air, a hundred years of growing from the very same spot in the earth and then–like that–nothing.

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