Its eeiry presence was as calm as anything I’d ever seen. Nothing moved. There was no wind. The leaves on the trees hung lifeless. Yet, there was mist which hovered in place. But when you looked away and back again it had surely shifted. And it was quiet. Too quiet. The lack of rustling leaves from the usually active squirrels was noticed, but the unnerving part was that the birds were not chirping. They weren’t even flying. And it hit. For over twenty-four hours the hurricane was a constant being.
Memory of the morning Hurricane Irene hit the coast of Rhode Island.