A year ago today, a tornado sauntered on through the biggest little city in the 605 and tore down part of a tree that casts a shadow over my entire front yard. The downed limb struck the side of my house. I was alone. I “slept” through it, as I was still very much afflicted with the long lonely nights laying siege to myself with that baffling cunning powerful companion. And at some point that night, before the storm hit, I had made this:

{[collage being the greatest form of imitation]}