If the days leading up to a hurricane are spectacular, the day after is typically spectacularly beautiful. Or bee-you-tee-full as Carol says.
Yesterday was no exception. It was so bee-you-tee-full that it was like Mother Nature was making up after the storm. Kinda like when you were a kid and your drunk Mom would come into your darkened room right before you fell asleep, kiss you, and whisper in her dusky voice-“Sorry I had to beat you, honey”.
And then, even though you had been hating her, you couldn’t anymore.
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