Hurricane Ike 2008
The start of the Atlantic hurricane season on June 1 never really meant that much to me until I went to live in Bermuda and within the first month became glued to the weather reports as swirls of clouds spun slowly towards this unprotected dot in the middle of the Atlantic.
As it came nearer, I was surprised by the ferocity of the winds bending and stripping the trees, the swell that turned the turquoise ocean to dark muddy water, the rip currents that pulled the sand from under your feet and made you retreat from the water’s edge quickly. (more…)
