If the wind in this tightly wrapped cosmic comma were placed over warm water, it would have a name. Clouds swirl like pinwheel blades as the fast moving prairie low pulls outer bands into its vortex. Over water the storm likely would have blossomed fast, reaching tropical force in a few hours, maybe eventually hurricane strength. Landlocked, it can only dream of a mighty name for the ages.

But sometimes what goes around comes around. Two weeks after this storm spun off to the northeast, another low pressure spinner came along this same path, then turned south and entered the Gulf of Mexico around Gulf Shores where it strengthened and drifted towards New Orleans, becoming Hurricane Barry, now coming full circle, visiting its Midwest birthplace.