Ike...I know but it is weighing on me quite a bit.

As the winds died down and the long night finally ended, those that decided to stay could finally sigh in relief at the ending of the storm. We left the safety of our homes to see a landscape which had changed from the violence of the storm preceding night. At first glance, things seemed as if they were inconveniences at worst. A limb down here, a shingle on the ground there, or even a fence which was downed due to the fury of the winds which had blown through so loudly. As I drove around the town which I call home, I saw mighty trees which had at last given in to the forces which had been exerted upon them. I recognized where buildings had once stood, now replaced by only a slab, piles of debris or remnants of twisted metal. Where roofs had once sheltered families from nature, the storm had placed a tree over (or in some cases in) the structures. It was as if nature was making the statement that no matter how invincible we feel,
nature would tower over all. Power lines were twisted and the poles which held them aloft were cracked and broken as if they were but popsicle sticks. The evidence of a horrible night experienced by those of us that stayed was visible at every turn. We could experience these images firsthand, but those were the only pictures to be seen. The power was out. We did not know the extent of the damage to our south, or even in other parts of our hometown. As the power returned, and newspapers brought scenes of the devastation, we began to realize how lucky we actually were.

to be continued