Hugo

Posted on the 6S Social Network 27Jun10

We were up all night listening to the wind howl, feeling the house shake, and collectively cringing each time we heard the trunk of a two foot thick pine snap, hoping that it wouldn't be the last thing that went through our minds. The noise was deafening, our silence more so. Our consistently sporadic eye contact took the place of words that would be lost in the gale; the dog, oh god we forgot our dog. The storm passed and we ventured out into a new world; at least a dozen pines that once stood tall in the yard were strewn about like fuzzy matchsticks, somehow none of them hit the house or our dog. Walking into the aftermath of a category four hurricane on a cool September morning was a surreal moment for everyone; there was destruction and disarray as far as the eye could see, but it was all washed clean by the torrents of rain and was utterly pine scented. It was beautiful chaos at rest.