It’s nearly impossible to articulate the devastation wrought by the recent hurricane.
We see news reports, photos, video. The end of the world for so many people: trapped in basement apartments (water rushing in if the doors open in; doors jammed if they open out — cars inundated, passengers trapped — home roofs ripped off).
Short of death but still devastating — homeowners helplessly rummaging through debris. Unspeakable anguish.
And by what twist of fate do I, here in Maine, undergo less than a good downpour?
Should I say fate has no rationale? (By definition?)
I’m left speechless and enormously grateful!