February 12, 2016
The snow is shoveled in piles in the parking lot outside. It snows in Minneapolis, and it stays all winter it seems. It piles against the sides of the lot until, like us, it inevitably melts. I think about that sometimes, the inevitable melt, the merger with the universe, our atoms slowly dissolving, suddenly turned to energy millions of years later, swirling in the stuff of the universe which itself will--what? The news talked this morning of some guy blown 300 yards from his house trailer. He rode a tornado Dorothy style and landed, knocked unconscious and apparently unhurt.