The last evening of our recent vacation in Southampton we
observed an astounding act of nature unfold before our eyes. As we set off down
the beach boardwalk to watch a bagpiper pipe in the sunset we marveled at the
strange clouds overhead. My husband remarked that they looked like the type of
clouds tornadoes form out of, but I scoffed at his uneducated guess. I would
owe him an apology only 20 minutes later. As the lovely young gentleman piped
away, his audience began to point over his shoulder and take pictures of the
obvious funnel forming out of the clouds over the water that quickly touched
down and began to move across the lake, turning up a large amount of water as
it traveled.
My husband scurried for cover with our daughter and niece
while I watched in awe. It’s very rare that my husband is more worried about something
than I am, so I eventually joined him in his search for somewhere to take
shelter should the storm come any closer. But the funnel broke apart within
minutes, and that was the end of it. To most, it was a cool experience they
could go home and tell their friends about – maybe send the photos in to the
local weather man and see their pictures on the 11:00 news. As a writer, I
couldn’t help reading more into it, wondering if this could be dramatic
foreshadowing for events to come in my life.
Writer’s Note: For
those of you who were not paying attention in high school English, dramatic
foreshadowing is when something seemingly meaningless in a story’s plot (e.g.,
the weather) gives you a clue as to what’s to come in a character’s life. So,
if there’s a storm rolling in, the main character may be about to experience
some kind of turmoil.
I was the last one to tuck myself into my damp, lumpy
cottage bed that night and I lay there wondering if that tornado was
foreshadowing some major events on the horizon. I thought about the little
bean, only a 7-week-old embryo at this point, hopefully nestling in for a safe
nine month stay in my body. I thought about having to drop my son off at junior
kindergarten in only a couple of weeks and let him begin to spread his own
little wings. I thought about our plans to sell our house and move our family
of four to a new home and potentially take on a tenant to ideally provide
enough income for me to stay home with my children. I thought about close
relatives dealing with life-threatening illnesses. The whole cottage was quiet.
It was a peaceful moment, but I couldn’t help wondering how peaceful the next
year would be…