Photo taken by Logan Roy’26
I was on my way to church, nearly at the foot of Lookout. “We will feast in the house of Zion” hummed from the car stereo. Over the hymn, I heard the characteristic sound of wood snapping, like bone. I looked up; a cascading, overwhelming green dropped towards me. There was a flash of electric blue: power lines torn into ribbons. The wood collapsed the front of my car like a guillotine and the world became sound. I didn’t know if I was alive. In my head, I thought I’d be calm in a wreck. I screamed. Later, I cried.
Thumbnail photo taken by Logan Roy’26