This Much Was Clear

WordPress Huricane

It was the day before my seventh birthday. I was in Puerto Rico where my grandparents watched over me while my mother, far away in New York, delivered my baby brother.  The New York landscape exuded grayness with its tall buildings, concrete pavements and elevated trains.  Puerto Rico exuded life, its air pregnant with the greenest greens and azure skies.  On my seventh birthday, though, trees bowed in every direction and shook their leaves.  Midday darkened.  Winds howled.  Hurricane Faith swept across the island.  Today I remember the fear I buried long ago as Hurricane Irma barrels across the Atlantic.

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