where.. i.. am...
my palms are sweaty, im barely listening...
my mother called me tonight, her voice changing quickly from one of cheerful hellos to somber warnings. 'i want you to come here this weekend', she said, her voice breaking slightly. i know, i know. another hurricane. the path has actually changed a lot from yesterday and it does seem it will veer out into the gulf, perhaps crashing into an unsuspecting texas or louisiana. its sad how floridians these days talk about upper winds and well-defined eyes as enthusiastically as the weathermen on the tv.
whereas i, i talk about taking a boat into the gulf and seeing if i can ride out the waves. or at least, i could stand in my parking lot and see if i can stand up straight as the winds come in.
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