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[The view outside my bedroom window, during and after the storm.]

The hurricane came in, and we hunkered down in the apartment with our pantry filled to the brim and everything charged up and candles at the ready.  When the storm made landfall, and then the surge came, our lights flickered for the better part of an hour, and then our internet went out, and then … that was it.  We still had power, and in the morning we were back online.  We were so, so, so fortunate.  Friends in Manhattan lost power and heat, and some lost water too, but in the end: my nearest and dearest made it through ok.   Many others were displaced by the flooding, and others lost their homes in the Breezy Point fire.  And, at the time of writing this post, at least 38 New Yorkers have lost their lives.

The hassles of new, long morning commutes and walking uptown to find food and a place to charge the phone — they’re hassles, yes, and I mean, I have the advantage of being in Brooklyn, working from home this week, without any of those difficulties.  But the city is slowly, but surely getting back on its feet.

I took a walk out to the Brooklyn Promenade yesterday afternoon, Hasselblad in tow, the luxury of low-level cabin fever compelling me to get outside for a bit.  And there it was, Lower Manhattan, mostly without power, but christ, so lovely.  So very very lovely.
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