A place of normal one-foot waves, seaweed fifty yards across the street.
Tree roots taller than the scholar. The boat is shrouded in green.
We are blessed.
Sandy bestowed nothing on us other than a light headache. Power came back after 23 hours. Our daughter’s campus closed for Monday and Tuesday so we had an unexpected and delightful long weekend with her. Amtrak emailed her at 2:30 this morning to let her know her 9:00 train back would not be running, precipitating a quick pre-dawn trip up north by my husband to get her back in time for classes. That was an inconvenience sure, but in no way surmountable. The yard we spend all day Saturday and Sunday raking looks like we never touched it. Why do we rake before a storm, you ask? Sheer volume makes it a requirement! The pine tree uprooted in my in-laws yard did not hit my husband’s sailboat, stored less than five feet away.
I think of the folks in NY and NJ and other hard hit areas, and I say a prayer.