Odd eyes roll in wide wonderment
I understand the look and the thought.
devastation, destruction, chaos – that’s how hurricanes are known this far North.
For me, anytime the faintest remnant of a depression or storm sweeps through, I greet it like a long gone friend.
The hot, humid air clings to the skin.
The blinding bands of rain interspersed with moments of too calm quiet.
The wind howling at the window like a loup-garou on the bayou.
A taste of salt in the air to remind you of where you ought to be.
When all the wind, rain and chaos rest, a cool breeze or two to caress the skin.
For a moment, the tropical born storm has brought a piece of home back to me.