A few clouds outline the coming light as the sun makes its way into the sky, as I awake this morning. No wind.
A siren slices through the stillness of this typical Florida morning. Over an over again. Erratically. Trying to get someone's attention. And it is.
Through a twist of fate that is truely Florida, people 200 yards away have to leave their homes due to the impending arrival of Hurricane Charlie. The hill along the street (if you can call it that) rises 8 feet higher as you head up the block to our house.
We can stay. They must go. The siren calls for them.
Soon chaos begins. Several friends will arrive at the house. Refugees from Hurricane Charlie. Many people are leaving no matter what their evacualtion zone. We choose to stay.
Before my beloved Joe wakes up, before all the friends arrive and my mother starts calling, I have a few moments of peace to share with God and my dog.
The day should prove interesting.