Hurricanes

Harvey and Maria and Jose have been almost entirely beneficent here on the coast of Maine, providing endless highs of blue sky and green spirits*, August-like temperatures^, calm winds#, and perpetual surf+. Usually, such calm produces a flat and boring sea, but perhaps surf is nature's way of reminding us of power and destruction. You'd never know otherwise, and certainly not from the White House, that Americans elsewhere are suffering terrible privations.

Aren't we lucky that Jose and Maria did not produce a Baby Jesús up here, full of wrath? I'm counting my blessings with every wave that knocks on rocks.


* But ironically not enough rain.
^ 90 degrees in Caribou? Do you know how far north that is?
# Also irony abounding.
+ Just enough height, splash, and noise to be comforting day and night.