As October came to a close, the frenetic pre-election activity slowed, then halted, asAmerica’s entire Eastern Coastheld its collective breath – watching and waiting for a furious storm to hit.
HurricaneSandy had strewn loss and devastation on its previous touchdowns inCentral America. Now as it barreled ever closer to the North American coastline presidential polls were relegated to the back burner. Residents of coastal areas were urged to evacuate. Generators batteries and flashlights were snatched from the shelves schools cancelled businesses ground to a halt andNew York City’s famed subway system closed.
The weathermen were right this time.Sandyhit and hit hard spewing waves of debris over homes and businesses sweeping away children from parents and uprooting trees with casual ease. Millions of homes were plunged into cold and darkness a majorNew Yorkhospital was forced to evacuate its patients dozens of innocents killed.
A week later citizens are still limping back to routine facing staggering damages and a prolonged painful cleanup campaign.
Sandy may be gone but the images of those furious gray waves swallowing up civilization — and the sense of human fragility in the face of Divine might — won’t recede for a long long time.
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