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Based on a comment from richaarde in my last entry, I started looking back through my LJ for this date in years passed. I found some truly cringe-worthy stuff, like my use of "gay" as an insult or a c/p of an IM conversation where my then-boyfriend and I joked about child rape. There was also some angsting over the on-again-off-again nature of a stupid past relationship, ha. But. I also found my post about the first hurricane I went through, Hurricane Isabel in 2003. I had to drive in it briefly, because the manager I was working for was out of her damn mind, but my description of that car ride really captured the feeling as I remember it all these years later.
I said at the time that it was strange to think that people were seeing the hurricane on the news nationwide, while I was living it. And that is strange to think. And interesting. But I don't remember ever feeling that way during a hurricane.
I've never been involved in a major hurricane. The highest was maybe a glancing blow from a category-3. With that in mind, can I just tell you how fascinating I find it to exist in the midst of such a big storm? There are flood threats and tornado threats and maybe the wind is going to knock a tree over on your house and that's not so cool, but push that aside for a sec. The rushing clouds and sideways rain, dark skies and the sound of the wind filling up the absolute silence that comes after all the electricity in your house powers down. Those reminders of nature's energy are scary and awe-inspiring.
Where I live now, during hurricanes, there's an eerie, high-pitched singing in the air, like the sound my dad used to coax from a wine glass by dipping his finger in the drink and running it around the rim of the cup. I live near a port, so close that we can hear their machinery making noise, and I think the wine glass sound comes from the wind blowing through the tall cranes that sit at the water's edge, because I never hear it anywhere else in town. I love it.
I said at the time that it was strange to think that people were seeing the hurricane on the news nationwide, while I was living it. And that is strange to think. And interesting. But I don't remember ever feeling that way during a hurricane.
I've never been involved in a major hurricane. The highest was maybe a glancing blow from a category-3. With that in mind, can I just tell you how fascinating I find it to exist in the midst of such a big storm? There are flood threats and tornado threats and maybe the wind is going to knock a tree over on your house and that's not so cool, but push that aside for a sec. The rushing clouds and sideways rain, dark skies and the sound of the wind filling up the absolute silence that comes after all the electricity in your house powers down. Those reminders of nature's energy are scary and awe-inspiring.
Where I live now, during hurricanes, there's an eerie, high-pitched singing in the air, like the sound my dad used to coax from a wine glass by dipping his finger in the drink and running it around the rim of the cup. I live near a port, so close that we can hear their machinery making noise, and I think the wine glass sound comes from the wind blowing through the tall cranes that sit at the water's edge, because I never hear it anywhere else in town. I love it.