hurricane irene is on the way.

nine hours until sunrise:
eight hours, fifty nine minutes and counting --

there is a hurricane on the way; while other people are fleeing the city,  here i am in brooklyn waiting.  somewhere in the sky, todd is flying to denver, where he will get in a car and drive toward the eye of this storm.

i have never experienced a hurricane.  i dont know whether to feel panicked (i do) or complacent (i do) over the weather.  its only weather.  all i can do is ride the wave and give in to the spirit of adventure.

none of this is slated to begin until tomorrow.  until then, i have almost hours to ruminate over what the day could bring ; to obsess over todds journey, mine, the storms.  and then the rains will come.  and then we will see what the truth could be.

monday is projected to be full of sunshine.  already, we can predict the future - the light after the darkness and the wind and the water.   in fact, sunset will most likely be beautiful tomorrow -- if we can see it.  now that we know what will happen after the storm, does it make the journey into it better or worse?

i'm diving in - all anxiety aside - im diving in deep.