Every natural disturbance is the result of a build-up. The volcanoes, the earthquakes, the hurricanes, there is no magical appearance anywhere. We just don’t see them growing underneath, coming for us. They hold on for as long as possible, until they can’t.
I wonder how many of them are young and free-willed like my son and his friend, wanting to stay out a little more, flap around a little more, test their boundaries a little more. Instead, they all head back home, reluctantly chasing after the older, wiser, birds.