It's a sharp and strong feeling being helpless, dead quiet with the rising anticipation and so suddenly we are left with no control. Our limits are tested, our emotions stirred like the fistful winds that easily pound our bodies back and forth. The rains are like needles and the leaves shuffled mad, as forcefully awakened from a distant dream. Dark is the night, lonely in a crowded city. Muggy and gray are the clouds that hover over our presence. And again, silent and still we are left with nothing to grasp but a wishful thought of hope, forced to find patience within in order to maintain the last of our sanity. We wait. We wait for that sun filled day. We wait to feel safe, holding our loved ones close at heart, in each others arms bonded by the fear of loss. Still, we dream of a place where the breeze is sweet and the wind sings a love song, ever so gentle ever so soft. Where smiles fill the energy of this city, the city of dreams. We dream, we wait. It will come again, one day.
Hurricane Sandy
John F. Kennedy Airport New York
