Wow. Just wow.
If a Category 2 hurricane is this bad, I don’t even want to think about ever having to experience anything stronger. We have sat for these past hours and watched rain pushed sideways and trees flailing and twisting until one wonders how they can possibly stay on their feet. We’ve heard roaring and rustling and shrieking and seen a gray, moody sky stretch out forever.
And the truly astounding thing is how long this has all been going on—at varying levels of intensity, we’ve had continuous rain and strong winds for at least twelve hours.
At first, it was sort of exciting and adventurous to have a front row seat on nature’s dramatic display but now there’s a good bit of storm fatigue setting in, accompanied by the knowledge that so many tens of thousands of people will be impacted by this event for weeks to come.
I, for one, would love to be able to go home and sit on a quiet porch and look out at the serene, undamaged Manteo that I’ve come to love.
But unfortunately, as the storm continues to violently accost our little island, it doesn’t seem like that scenario will happen any time soon.
I’m thankful though, that in the midst of this awful storm, we have stayed safe and protected. And I am comforted to know that storms never last.