We made it through the night. Now that it’s light out, it seems less frightening because we can see and not just imagine.
We can hear the ocean roaring. We never hear the ocean from our house. It sounds like tumultuous traffic on a highway.
Jonny talks about waiting for morning to come in a war. I thought of that because once I could look outside and see something beyond just shadows, I felt better.
Outside my window, I see the pond. The water is rising. We’re about 40 feet away from the shoreline. If the ocean surges high enough, water might push through from the canal across Montauk Highway and enter the pond and raise the level of the pond. But I won’t keep saying “what if…?” I’ll stay right where I am, breathing deep. That’s the best thing to do in a crisis, just keep breathing, breathing deep, breathing like I’m having a contraction and giving birth, trying to ride out the pain…keeping my head where my feet are. Don’t jump ahead of God!