Safe And Warm

After the worst storm our little town has seen in history, we are warm again. Our house is nestled between two small slopes that protected it from wind damage (so no broken windows or downed trees). From our front window I watched the river crash against the shore with waves that looked like the ocean's. The old cannery's metal roof peeled away, blowing off like sheets of paper. But we stayed safe and warm, bundled in sweaters, cooking over the fire. I knit a scarf by candlelight.

Sadly, we lost the gorgeous old apple tree out on our country property (thank God we hadn't started building yet!).