*this post was actually posted while in the eye of Hurricane Harvey

Hurricane Harvey came on shore in the middle of the night on August 30, 2017 in Orange, Texas.  That’s where I live.  I have a two story house/dance studio.  My house is the lower floor, with the studio upstairs.

My five cats and I started off this evening at home, but somewhere in the wee hours, the water started coming in… it was knee deep in the living room in a matter of minutes.  My five cats and I vacated to the second floor (an entire other story for another time) where we have been lying down on a gymnastics mat listening to the storm.  Nearly lulled to sleep by the darkness and the warmth (no power in August in Texas = hot, day or night), I suddenly realized just now… it’s dead silent.  We are in the eye of the hurricane.

So, with the remaining power left on my phone, what do I do?  I start writing… after all, how often is one in the eye of a hurricane and able to do such a thing?  Actually, this is my 3rd hurricane eye, but the other two were much more… um… chaotic?

I’m sure by the dawn’s early light, the chaos downstairs will hit me.  Everything is lost.  But, I am not.  I am still here.  Here, in the eye of a hurricane.  Writing.  On my phone.  In the dark.  In the silence.  Waiting for the other side.  The other side of the hurricane.  Waiting for the winds to turn and continue beating up my poor little town from the other direction…

 

“..if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”  – John Green

 

“He is the eye of my hurricane; the calm I am drawn to amid the chaos of my home.”
– Lauren Blakely, 21 Stolen Kisses

 

“Even when she slept, she tossed and turned and squirmed, like she was secretly a hurricane forced into a girl-body and told to exist as best she could among people who had no idea what it meant to secretly be a weather pattern.”
– Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

 

“Announcing the impending arrival of some people is kind of like issuing a hurricane warning. ”
– Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

 

“People seemed to believe that technology had stripped hurricanes of their power to kill. No hurricane expert endorsed this view.”  – Erik Larson, Isaac’s Storm: A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Hurricane in History (Galveston, Texas)

 

“After seeing the devastation on the East coast. I’ve concluded that Sticks and Stone might break our bones. But Mother Nature can really tear up your stuff,”
Stanley Victor Paskavich, Return to Stantasyland (after Hurricane Sandy)

 

Dawn… here is a photo taken from my second story window at dawn… the light you see is the reflection of my candle.  We will not have electricity back anytime soon.  I should be looking out at Cypress Avenue.  But it’s not there.

 

 

Postscript… the water finally receded five days later.  And, yep… chaos.

 

 

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