The morning routine at mi casa goes something like this: after the coffee is brewed, after the mail is collected, when the blinds are opened, I sit in my favorite chair with my cuppa and greet my day.
I check the weather forecast online for Chicago then I always go and check the weather forecast for my most favorite of American cities, New Orleans.
Everyday, every morning, I would go wander around its streets in my mind and picture myself as part of the landscape replaying the many, many happy visits I’ve made to the Cresent City over the years. Every day, I fantasize about moving there, being a neighbor to its warm and friendly people, me living in a shotgun cottge, growing old in one of the nation’s oldest cities.
Words really fail me now.
The Images coming out of the damage area tell the tale much better than I but what they show makes my brain shut down and my heart break, helplessly, quietly.
As the city empties out, as it continues to be filled with standing water with no where to go, as the survivors are evacuated to far away places, it is so painfully obvious that our world has changed forever. Nothing has ever been so gone in my life before.
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