Goodbye to All That

This is how things looked at the lake we visit. I took this picture last weekend. Just last weekend!

The warm morning light on the railings, the topaz hue of the leaves…

Then at afternoon’s end, there was this view from the end of a dock:

How does the heart not break when one looks at such beauty? Especially now that Sandy  has come like an avenging angel sweeping all before her.

God’s own leaf blower is a hurricane.

We wake to a wider sky today.

More light, with the foliage gone.

More light, in the day’s early portion at least, with the thudding new arrival of Daylight Savings in the wee hours of this morning.

I woke at 3:45 and never slept again. Don’t know why.

I wandered the house watering a few thirsty plants, then brought coffee back into my bed and read my book.

The plants can’t say they’re crazy about being brought inside now that I’ve closed up the screened-in porch.

Being next to a radiator is especially hard for them.

But it’s adapt or falter in this world. Out in the porch this peace lily would be frozen brown stalk in less than a month .

And so it is with us. Adapt or falter.

Get out of bed now. Sweep the leaves from your stoop.  Do your errands early so you can feel cozy when the night once again lowers.

And think of all who, a week after the storm, still have no light or heat.

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3 thoughts on “Goodbye to All That

  1. I detect the lantern in both pictures. Is it to light the way for the skinny dippers? Thank you for the photo of fall’s delights, which did not stay long enough.

  2. Terry, my four male Murphy cousins live in Long Beach, East and Far Rockaway, L.I. Still no power or water. Sandy flooded their first floors. One had to rescue his lab material, so necessary for his work creating facial prosthetics. Then he went back into waist deep water to retrieve photos and other momentos when he got tangled in the cord of a floating shop vac which was stuck in one spot. The water reached his neck before he managed to free himself. He had even thought,”So this is how it ends.” Having to let go of the memories he carried in his hands, he later saw it as a metaphor for his life – holding onto the past as though it is more precious than the present. Three times he piled the wet and damaged items of his life at the curb and thanked the garbage men for hauling it off.

  3. Gwen this has got to be the most heart-rending account I have read. From “this is how it ends” to thanking the garbage men for hauling away all his mementos. Thanks on all our behalves for sharing this …!

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