This morning Emmy called to tell us that there was a river running between our houses. The paper warned everyone to have at least three days of food and flashlights on hand.
We had a couple of leaks–one in my studio–but all in all, we fared well. Late this afternoon the rain let up and the sky turned pale yellow.
Tom had the car, so I grabbed my camera and ran down the street to the beach. I was too late to catch the pale yellow–the sky changed from second to second. Everyone seemed relieved to be out in the fresh air ... Everyone smiled shyly at everyone else as if we'd successfully engineered some kind of great escape.
