As this leviathan awoke north of Littlefield, Texas, I was awestruck watching it churn and swirl across the horizon. Dusk soon beckoned and the sun's final light set the structure ablaze as a solitary lightning bolt collided with the plains below. Chasing a low precipitation supercell often feels like pursuing a mythical creature. They can never be truly caught; instead, their likeness is a moment in time suspended by the click of a camera shutter.
