It’s that time of the year again. The sun is out enough to chase away winter grays, both perceived and felt. The air is warm, although still dry enough to crack the skin around knuckles. I’ve traded tea for coffee and pull myself out of bed before the sun to run and read and journal,…
The preparation for Hurricane Ian and memory of Hurricane Irma inspired me to write this poem.
This poem came to me in the aftermath of Hurricane Ian.