One day you wake up and glance up and there is this Tornado right about your head trying to suck you in. Well my name isn't Dorothy and I don't own a little black dog, yet the Tornado is roaring. Everything written is suddenly wrong and nothing seems to fit anymore. Circumstances changed.
Computers may loose data. Sometimes someone confuses you we someone else. Footprints on a newly cleaned floor don't have to mean someone walked through a closed door. Welcome to the world of things that just don't happen unless well unless a Tornado desides to desire to rock your life.
Not always the good kind of thing even if fresh wind usually cleans the nose. A roaring Tornado over your head keeps everything at footlength while you wonder if you maybe stink because people step out of your way. Situations like these ask for candy. Unfortuately those are the one thing You don't want to eat while drifting beneath a Tornado.
Maybe it's not the Tornado sticking to me, maybe it's me unconciously sticking to the Tornado. I like cold breezes after all and there is nothing like making use of a bit of space in a full vehicle.
Tornado over me.