Katrina
Hurricanes, these things called typhoons in these places, do not really have to be such a bad idea, I think. I must admit to derive some guilty, but considerable pleasure, from chill-out days of howling wind, frayed with glassy sheets of practically horizontal rain, as are the trees outside, which are these guys shaking and swaying and you fervently hope for them to hold up to the raging force ( except for fallen fronds, coconut trees are amazing in this way ), all in a backdrop of bruising, haunting gray that gives me this perverse sense of peace and comfort that I cannot fully fathom. This, of course, until I see pictures of the following morning, looking like the one night stand you never hoped to see in the light of day. Then I realize that mine is truly a fetish.
Seeing what were purportedly parts of New Orleans, now submerged in brackish blue, is too far from the vision of her that I had in mind. In my thoughts, the New Orleans of the famed French Quarter, Mardi Gras, all that jazz, and her rich, colorful history, was the enchantress whose charms ( and debauchery ) I am lured to succumb to. What I knew of her, from books, from stories, and from a kindred blogging soul, was enough to tide me over till the time I experienced these delights for myself.
I guess my calendar isn't quite in sync with nature's agenda.
We may never begin to understand Katrina, nor what on earth she was thinking. However, you can all do me a favor and just say hi and throw in a prayer for Vernon, and all the rest of them from New Orleans, who may possibly find themselves bereft of what they know as home.
Filed Under: Pain
Seeing what were purportedly parts of New Orleans, now submerged in brackish blue, is too far from the vision of her that I had in mind. In my thoughts, the New Orleans of the famed French Quarter, Mardi Gras, all that jazz, and her rich, colorful history, was the enchantress whose charms ( and debauchery ) I am lured to succumb to. What I knew of her, from books, from stories, and from a kindred blogging soul, was enough to tide me over till the time I experienced these delights for myself.
I guess my calendar isn't quite in sync with nature's agenda.
We may never begin to understand Katrina, nor what on earth she was thinking. However, you can all do me a favor and just say hi and throw in a prayer for Vernon, and all the rest of them from New Orleans, who may possibly find themselves bereft of what they know as home.
Filed Under: Pain
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