Last night was different. When we heard the stereotypical freight train sound of an approaching twister, we took cover. We emerged unscathed, and in our yard, a fallen tree branch is the only evidence of foul weather.
Our neighbors one block over weren't as lucky, and the next county over is worse still. Here are a few photos from our neck of the woods:
I find this to be a little ironic:
Beauty amid the destruction: