That wind appeared to have some rotation in it.

Phat: at least you've gotten older.

I remember a night, lying in a tent with my 8-year-old nephew. We could see the flicker/glow from the lightning on the tent wall and hear the thunder off in the distance, so I decided to teach him how to tell how far off it was: "one-one thousand, two-one thousand...and divide by... which means it's about 3 miles away." He thought that was pretty neat, and we tracked the storm's approach - until the moment that the tent completely lit up, we got to "one-one th", and he sat straight up (no mean feat, zipped into a mummy sleeping bag) and said, perfectly deadpan, "Is it time to go home now, Uncle Glenn?"