Twelve long days ago, my husband and I disembarked on our long awaited vacation for the year. A week at sea, three port visits, new and exotic meals to tempt the pallette, room service, and coffee on the balcony of our stateroom as we spent hours listening to the waves watching the hypnotizing blue of the ocean pass us by without a thought. As I was on the balcony watching out first sunrise, words from another balcony drifted towards us, that would forever change the trip we had been looking forward to for months. " There is a tropical storm...."
That morning was not only the "birthday" of what became Hurricane Sandy, but that was the last time I have seen the sun. After two days at sea, and hearing multiple port visits cancelled, much less nearly all excursions for the port we did actually get to visit, we were destined to spend nearly six days at sea, inside of the wrath of Sandy as she developed. We watched as the tv monitors reported 60 mph winds across the bow of the ship, as we learned to walk with the ships extreme movements as it tried to cross the waves in search of easier seas. There were times where you simply could to escape the screeching high pitched winds. There was not much that wasn't rattling anywhere you walked. The dining room was not even a pleasant experience when hundreds of plates and thousands of pieces of tableware were rattling in concert and nearly echoing across the dining room.
Just when we were considering ourselves lucky to be able to get back to solid ground, disembark and get off the ship roughly twelve hours ahead of scheduled return to port, we were only hours in front of hurricane Sandy knocking at our front door back home, for our personal round two with seeing what type of punch she could deliver.
The winds the blew threw northern Virginia weren't nearly as bad as those that had just gone through our stateroom while at sea, but they were still unnerving and constant. The sounds weren't as high pitched, which in and of itself was a blessing, but they still held an evil hissing characteristic. We are firmly in the column of the lucky ones in Viriniga, that only had power flicker, and no tree damage. But living through her winds and rains twice was just more than anyone should have to go through. I know how powerless I as a human being, can be and am. I didn't need such a bold reminder to the fact that the power of nature can and will take charge. And when that happens it will be pointed out that all things created by man, can and will be destroyed in a matter of seconds. Somehow we we lucky enough to observe, albeit it too close for comfort.
But I have had my fill of hearing about hurricanes or being in close proximity to one. The next one I see or am near, better be poured in a glass and served with an umbrella.