. . . the small towns that put stop signs up on major roads where the lights were out after our wind storms.
. . . those of you who had prepared to shelter at home or in your car
. . . those of you who helped your neighbors
. . . those who did not race across the mountain pass yesterday
. . . those of you who did not burn wood fires when you had electric that worked or gas! I — we all — breathed better because of it.
. . . those of you who did your best to keep your stores or restaurants open or reopen them quickly
. . . the firemen, police, maintenance workers, utility workers, and so forth that did what needed to be done (and still are, for that matter)
. . . to all the venues out there for people to upload photos so those of us not in the middle of it could understand more what you were/are facing
. . . to all of you who reported or uploaded photos
. . . to all of you who soothed another person’s or animal’s frayed nerves as the storm howled through the trees
. . . to all my keyboard has forgotten


I’ve found that when I’m in the middle of a storm I think everyone can know what it feels like. But, no one can really know what it’s like unless they’re in it. Recognition is good.
Recognition is good.