CONE OF UNCERTAINTY

The place we seek peace with our loved ones and where we reside. They say it’s where the heart is and no one’s alone. 

The secureness is lessened when the tropics begin to stir. Especially when you’re living inside the dreaded cone. 


The meteorologists update the track every few hours. As the impending storm moves at a snail pace. 


Waiting and uncertainty is all we got. Really not knowing what wind and surge that we may truly face. 


Run from the water and hide from the wind. Are the choices we all must decide. 


Either evacuate or stay both hard choices to make. Choose quickly you must though then buckle in for the ride. 


As days become hours the point of landfall becomes clear. Mother Nature is control now and delivering her wrath. 


The wall of intensity has finally arrived. Leaving indescribable destruction along its entire path. 


Calm finally returns, now new anxious thoughts arise. 

Was my home strongly enough built ?


Did the quick rising surge get inside?

And if lucky enough to be spared while others weren’t, how to deal with the guilt?


It’s easy to say, but I believe it to be true. Family, friends, and neighbors are the important things.


Trees, furniture and even houses can all be replaced. Only closer to loved ones each storm ultimately brings. 


Hope everyone is safe. Love you all!!!



































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