As this Memorial Day rolls around, my neighborhood looks like a war zone.* My neighbors and I were assaulted by rogue tornadoes, very wayward in this region — but perhaps apt to become less so in a radically changing global climate. Maybe we are all in Kansas now. So it is that even as I look back with gratitude, I look around in dismay at damaged structures, blocked roads, and decimated forests.
We have long referred to the various moving parts of nature as “the elements.” In antiquity, these were catalogued as earth, wind, water, and fire. In the modern vernacular, we use the term more loosely, referring often to weather in general, but encompassing any and all expressions of the planet’s native restlessness, including tornadoes in Connecticut.