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All eyes have been to the sky on a storm watch these past few days.
Crisis averted and the current forecast has us at wind speeds of 0 mph with a chance of precipitation at 90%. All is well in this steamy kind of soup within which we sit.
As we sweat it out, might as well shift focus from the vast expanse to more earthly minutiae.
Like this small piece of something akin to moss but of the sea. So tiny, and so green.
Ah…in the grand scheme, we are but just a grain of sand, ensnared within a mystery.

Leave it to the weather to humble plans.
Parades get poured upon. Rain checks get written.
And then there is the flip side. Through the science of weather forecasting, inclimate weather can be predicted. Preparations can be made, and in the case of our island’s recent Tropical Storm Flossie, hyper-diligence can be employed.
Let me preface by saying I have not lived through a hurricane and I am wholeheartedly in favor of responsible action being taken in advance of potentially hazardous weather. The Bohemian and I rounded up the yard’s tiki torches, filled our jugs of water and got the candles and flashlights out on the counter. We have food stores.
But I’ve got to smile when Facebook is all abuzz with links to the latest foreboding news stories, angling an oddly named storm at sea like it was the next blockbuster movie to hit the big screen. Lines form at the gas station and radio stations repeatedly announce the same, heeding, public advisories.

Am I missing something? Didn’t the official advisory say this storm had a 5% chance of becoming a hurricane? And even as news stories went national, reaching the Mainland (and the “just checking in on you guys out there, we saw the news”-type phone calls came in) the center of the storm was breaking up and the projected wind speeds were decreasing.
Does everyone just like a good story? A little drama?
Is it possible that somewhere in our human psyche, we need to be reminded that there is something greater than ourselves? Even if it means the potential devastation of the little world that we’ve created.
The most impact of Flossie (which had been downgraded to a Tropical Depression before bedtime) was supposed to come to our island last night. The Bohemian and I went to bed with ease and woke in the wee hours to the sound of wind and rain. Nothing torrential.
This morning, it’s a little stormy with some wind, but there is sunlight through the clouds. The Central Pacific Hurricane Center has officially posted their last public advisory on the Flossie system. She is now being called a “Post-tropical Remnant Low.”
Maybe some people are coming down from the adrenalin rush of this latest tropical storm watch.
Me, I’m relieved that we’re getting rain (flash flood watch still in effect, so let’s hope the island soaks up moisture well).
And I’m watching an amazing sunrise. Sort of smiling at what didn’t happen.
