Hurricane Musings

My teenage son and I sat on the edge of the lawn and watched the storm roll in. I said it was coming slow, 4 miles an hour. Walking speed.

My son said, musingly, what if there was a man at the center of the storm...no, a demon...what if there was a demon at the center of the storm and the demon was walking?

I laughed, because I'd had the exact same thought. Like mother, like son. We've read a lot of comic books, we have. But we both got a little chill, thinking about it.

The things that go through your head while waiting for a storm.