Life. Always changing. Never the same. Any moment, any second can change everything. There is always such irony in realization regarding the infinite. Yesterday, I was informed of storm damage (from Sunday's pop-up storms) in Beaumont, Kentucky and went to investigate. I visited with three households who each had some surprising damage. Downed trees, tin and sections of barn roof blown off, barn door blown in, dead cow, flattened section of corn field. What a mess. They had already cleaned up most of the damage, but generously provided photos, contact information and details of their experience. I'm organizing my data and have been in contact with NWS. I love being a trained spotter, but can not understand the irony of why I keep being involved in these unknown discoveries. Then late lastnight, a substantial amount of fire trucks and rescue personnel swiftly passed my house on 839. Always excited by their urgency, I went outside to investigate. I could see the orange glow of a fire in the distance which was confirmed via scanner radio. I drove to the church nearby and watched from a distance. The situation was handled so swiftly, there wasn't anything worth photographically documenting, but I did get a few pics. Yet, as I sat alone in my HHR, I began to think about how suddenly everything changes. Hours before, I had passed that house on my way to investigate the storm damage. There was no way of knowing that this home would be a scene of a tragedy of flames later that night. It's a reminder of the frailty of life. Love. Hate. Fear. So many emotions that dictate our existence, yet in the end what do they matter if that existence wasn't lived to the fullest? Life is SO very short and everything we own or love could easily be gone. Be forever thankful and live as if you're dying...because you are. We all are dying from the moment we are born.