Yesterday-
Damien, Dexter, and I went for a drive through a lovely park before picking Levon up from school. It was warm and sunny, the sky was beautiful. Dex was happily babbling in the backseat, enjoying the wind on his face, while Damien and I discussed his music and whatnot.
As we changed directions to head to the school, the sky turned dark and it started pouring rain. Within a few minutes, sirens were blaring around us. I turned on the radio, and the standard "Take Cover" announcement was broadcasting. We sped to the school while I watched the sky. It was the odd gray/green color that means a tornado is coming, or so I was told many times as a child. "When the sky turns green, it's time to get in the basement", my mom would tell me.
We pulled up to the school, spotting Levon immediately. Thankfully, he had the sense to come out to the street and watch for us, as opposed to running loose on the playground with his friends. School staff was running back and forth, gathering up kids and parents to take them inside to shelter. We knew we had to get home to my grandpa, as he was by himself and I worry about him walking down the basement steps.
After making it home in record time, Damien and I sprung into action. I put Dexter and Levon on the couch with a popsicle to share, while I ran upstairs and grabbed diapers, candles, and other things we would possibly need. Damien ran to the basement, clearing out space and finding a place that would be comfortable for my grandpa. Grandpa watched the news, the weather radar with it's angry red blobs now completely covering our city.
We were as prepared as we were going to get, so Damien and I settled in and kept one eye on the news and the other on the sky. The sirens were blaring again. I was afraid to just go into the basement and wait it out, as we don't have any sort of battery-operated radio or anything, and not knowing what is going on is the scariest thing I can think of. So we sat, waiting to see something or to hear that train sound that a tornado makes.
After about twenty minutes of waiting, the sky cleared up. The sun poked through and the wind died down. The weatherman on tv told us that the storm had jumped out over the lake. We were clear.

Yesterday was the perfect metaphor for my life. Light and dark, beautiful and terrible, and always building up to something that never quite pays off.