The beauty. The pure, mad beauty of Irene.....
She knocked power off for two and a half days, flooded my Aunt's neighborhood, flooded my basement, cost millions in repairs for personal, corporate, and state affairs, killed 38 people, nearly killed me 4 times, and has sent a frightening silence throughout the east coast. And yet, I find a new level of respect for nature, as I do each time I witness one of these storms. I was inside the blunt of it, near the eye of this F1 hurricane, stared her down, and watched carefully to her work. Something that is indescribable, something that has always been impossible to fully explain. A feeling like no other. An odd mix of fear and courage, adrenaline and calm, chaos and reason. A burst of stunningly amazing contradictions, much like nature of Herself.
And this was just an F1. :O
It's been wonderful tracking her with ye all. Best wishes to any of those hurt by Irene to some extension and and I pray that each wound heals with Love and time, in one way or another. And I do hope all returns to normalcy once again sooner rather than later.
