These past couple of days saw winds up to 130 km an hr. A violent gust shakes the fire exits of our apartment complex as the sound of branches snapping from trees next door pummel to the ground. I was so excited to witness mother nature in its true form, fury unimaginable until it was right there before me- reality at its peak. It's hard to know what's going on outside when you're cooped up in your cozy 5th floor apartment with warmth beaming from the ceiling like a hot plate on July 4th. No need for extra layers but instead wearing minimal clothing to ensure no over-heating. But these days weren't replicas of the joy and harmony that July 4th brings. These days were swift reminders of the devastation that's taking place right before our homes, our schools and our local friends and family residences.
It's times like these where I remind myself of the blessings we have. The fact that we weren't at the forefront of the storm, victims to the harsh debris and flooding. We looked at the neighbors around us however who were struck badly and I can only imagine the hurt, the pain and the loss to those whose loved ones are now casualties.
Today I am grateful, tomorrow I will be grateful, and every day after.
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