It's a strange feeling to announce plans to go for a run, get cautioned about the risk of live power lines, and wonder if that's actually a legitimate concern.
It turned out not to be, in my neck of the woods, but wild storms have been pummeling Minnesota over the last two days. More than 200,000 people in the metro area are without power after a huge line of thunderstorms marched across the state last night, accompanied by strong winds and a couple of inches of rain. I've seen two cars that were crushed by fallen trees in the neighborhood. Later today, the dewpoint and temperature are supposed to surge, making conditions ripe for more storms.
The storms cleared out, and this morning I went for a run. It was humid and eerie. Most of the debris consisted of small branches littering the sidewalks and streets, but periodically I'd come across something like this:
I needed a pause and stopped to read a sidewalk poem that was literally a stone's throw away from a fallen tree blocking an entire side street.
That's "There's no place I'd rather be/than here/in this quiet common place/where late morning sun/meetings the scent of concrete and cut grass/stirring."
Be safe this weekend, neighbors and friends, wherever you are.