I saw it all from my old front porch folks! A hot summer day like this one.
As the neighboring family stood chatting with friends on the far front side of their house and garage, a dust devil, a tiny tornado, appeared in their backyard. Born of mother nature’s playfulness, this fantastic funnel materialized in frantic fashion between the dog kennel and house. It rose to a toddling twenty-feet of height and paused. Wobbling, shaking, bobbing and weaving, it hypnotically glided sideways. The rascal paused again, gyrating, swinging its hips in sensual hula motions. It then slyly slipped between two buildings.
Then dear readers, perhaps aware of human movement, it began to return from whence it came! This whirling dervish of dust and sand picked up a piece of bright-yellow paper and waved wild circles in the air, as in an ancient ceremony of spiritual ecstasy.
As the unaware residents turned from their guests and began to walk towards the secret stage of natural frolic and childlike abandon, the wily wind-dancer darted back to its place of first appearance. With a sigh, it softly collapsed to the earth, leaving behind only a motionless tattered paper from its magical performance.
Oh that mother nature. She’s still got it!