Finding myself in... Hurricane Agatha
We have hunkered down together in a small room, the eight of us; mattresses on the floor carve a small path to squeeze around each other. The morning started with ease - bottles of wine joined the coffee and chocolate croissants - but now the wind has turned menacing, pushing everyone into the small room and off the porch that was once a safe place to witness nature’s strength. The sound of the wind now carries a bass with it, sending shudders into the earth and vibrations in our bones. If conditions continue, who is to say when our shaking will be from the storm or fear. I write by a slice of grey light that stabs through the open door. We take turns gathering around it, searching for the lost sense of safety in the world that so beautifully housed this sunny beach before. Soon the door may have to be closed, and we will sit in this ...