Winter Storm 2009 (Photo credit: merfam)
Inside turmoil spins
I want a piece from two worlds
Red: Life. Gray: Shelter
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Ocean waves explode
I am insignificant
Take me over, please
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Red rage, fury, fire
bolting out the hostile door
releasing the storm.
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Ice cascades through snow
the beauty of pureness, white
black ice underneath
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Snow fighting ice, wind
Let’s huddle together now
to seek warmth, safety.
Uprooted tree from Storm Sandy (Photo credit: Arlington County)
Day 1 NaBloPoMo
The lights went out, there was no electricity, there was only a deep chill in the air that piles of blankets couldn’t help. Storm Sandy was visiting New York and I felt lonely and confused and in shock at what was happening. How could this happen here? I felt disappointed in a way that New York could let me down like this, I felt cheated. I couldn’t call anyone or take a walk, I looked out the window clutching my flashlight and there was nothing to see. Just darkness, lonely, cold darkness everywhere I could see. I thought I heard mumbling outside but I was too frightened to venture out and I wasn’t sure if it was real or my imagination. The wind was howling and reaching for the darkened windows with passion like two young lovers.
It was right after dinner when the lights went from on to off, no flickering as a warning, and I hate surprises of any kind. So, when I stood with two sharp knives near the dishwasher in the total darkness, I screamed as if I had been stabbed. My husband was also in the kitchen and he too, screamed, startled by the quick switch from light to dark. We were alone, together, in the sudden darkness of our neighborhood that I used to describe as “cozy.” Nothing felt cozy tonight.
Disbelief described our feelings as well. How could this happen, here? Nothing made sense, we were trying to make sense out of something that seemed impossible until now. Everything I knew before was gone;I felt sorry for the children who, once again, could not Trick or Treat. This was the new normal and it was sad.
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“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens….”
One of my favorite sounds is the sound of pouring rain outside my window. If I am in bed I snuggle under many layers of blankets with a smile. The sound of rain comforts me; I feel peaceful and happy and grateful that I am not outside, scrambling to take cover. Rain can fall in a pattern, like a well- sung song and the wind, accompanies the song to make a symphony of nature.
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