Heather Gleason – Deland, FL

The wind blowing and whistling through the trees as they sway, bend and break in an unchoreographed and unpredictable manner as the storm blows in. the smell of petrichor, wet earth activated by raindrops, an endearing smell that makes me long to be outside once the danger passes. waves of rain carried across the roof likes sheets of fabric blowing in the wind while watching the candle flicker, twist and dance as the air currents shift and stir par for the course of the hurricane winds causing the anticipated mischief as we wait for the storm. Mother nature and her beauty reshaped in an instant as she unleashes her power as the hurricane runs ashore. Inland at home the sting feels far less than the coast but the drop in temperature followed by intense heat and lack of modern day comforts remind us of our connection and our dependency on our planet which can’t be ignored.