Ah, Matthew. My Carolina Swamps welcomed you and then not so much. We had heard you’d clean the air. Yes, the air became less muggy. Normally, a hurricane brings needed rain, but a few days previously we had all we needed for a while. We also heard hurricanes help us count our blessings; electricity, clean water, food, shelter.
Maybe because you were really a Him-a-cane.
As a passenger I had no choice. The driver had to gawk. We drove through high water (note my title) that made me wonder if I would finish my next book, Golden Leaf. My wonderful publisher has Silver Cotton almost ready for you.
Please forgive the commercial.
Ah, the story plots that I jotted on my ever present yellow pad. We drove to gawk and photograph downed trees tangled with electrical wires, damaged buildings, swamped swamps, and delighted alligators. I had expected a dozen tall narrow pines to destroy my home simultaneously. I had planned to loose electrical power for days. I just knew my home would be flooded.
Maybe it was the prayer, or that one time I did something good for someone. Not sure why. For that matter why did the good people I know have destruction and I did not? Why do bad things happens to good people or the other way around?
Count your blessings, everyone.
Enough!
Eleanor Tatum 
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