Snow Twister

When the now-convicted felon in the White House withheld information about SARS-CoV-2 having made landfall in the USA before it was finally announced on Jan 31, 2020 because he didn't want the stockmarket to fall before he so reluctantly left office during his first seedy term, I contracted the virus, spent four days and five nights in bed not knowing what the hell was happening to me, followed by several months experiencing the strangest aftereffects I've ever endured. My only consolation from that attempt to kill me was seeing a snow twister. Rolling over in bed in a weird stupor, sight of the frosted vortex helped cheer me up.

It appeared to be rising from a stock pond just over the ridge almost directly south of me. It stayed put at that location without traversing at all in any direction, lasting about 10 minutes. I didn't know at the time anything about the virus ravaging my body, thinking I had contracted the latest, greatest strain of influenza, or possibly hantavirus. I was snowed in and incapable of snowshoeing out with my energy depleted and fever persistent, but I survived. Drifting off back to sleep that day after the natural phenomenon had disappeared, I dreamed of realizing a youthful dream I had when I turned twenty of living at a high elevation wilderness sanctuary surrounded by deep, clean snowfields where I could ride a Sno-Twister.

I recovered from that attempt to end my life, and had survived four years of the most devisive political puke ever to occupy the highest office of the land within my lifetime. Who knows what stark horrors lay ahead for citizens of this nation now, as the convicted felon in the White House ekes out his petty revenge against all who know him for what he actually is.

Will we survive this time?