Final Days...

The time has now come for me to attend to all last-minute tasks, and muster up and and everything I want to say to life as I know it. Because life as such is ending for me. But not without a rebirth of sorts, a metamoprhasis the likes of which we have never known. It's a brave new world out there, and by God I want in on it.

Last night, as you may or may not know, was the great automn tornado of '07 here in Minneapolis. I had just returned home with mom at quarter after five. As we exited the motor vehicle darkness washed over the skies. The wind was blowing up a gale as thunder steadily rumbled across the black clouds. Mom and I entered the house to find Dave running amuck, justifiably so, battening down the hatches for what would soon be known as the great autumn tornado of '07. I collected the dog and a few other irreplacables and huddled in a corner I began to hear heavy peltings against the house sidings. I peered just above the window sill to see baseball sized hail slamming down on the sidewalks. The sirens had been wailing like madmen for some time now, but then, out of the blue, the sirens stopped and the skies cleared. Hazah! The storm had ended and all but washed away any previously littered garbage on the streets. It made me think of the great adventure I'll soon be embarking upon, God willing. Stay tuned for my next entry from the land of Malagasy...