Pre-hurricane skies are always painfully beautiful. The moments in the eye, which we didn’t get around here, are fragile and beautiful. Post-hurricane skies are even prettier. The sky today looked like it had cried all night and then woken up spent but still in pain - that pretty clear blue with a touch of yellow - no clouds, a pale moon, just lovely.
The flight was unremarkable, thankfully. The hotel is boring. Terribly dull. But the hair dryer in the bathroom is better than the one I have at home. This is about how exciting my Sunday evenings get when I’m traveling for work. I did get here early enough to wander through Mystic Village while it was still open. It wasn’t a terribly remarkable experience but there were a couple neat shops.
tags: boredom, hurricane hanna, hurricanes, travel, weather, work
