I live in a small fishing village.
Nothing reminds me of that more than when a storm is headed our way
The signal from the universe to put things to bed for winter
was loud and clear here
So while hundreds of boats were being pulled from the water
into the shipyard, I tucked my gardens in
and put away all the summer gear
finding some wonderful surprises along the way
The power went out around 5pm
And I couldn't have been happier
Cooking on a gas burner by candlelight,
Sipping some red wine, Listening to stories of Renee's day
A special kind of quiet,
all nestled in, with the rhythms of this island around us.
Gratefully, Sandy was tired by the time she got here.
My heart goes out to all those who felt her full wrath
Take care of yourselves