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Devastating. That is the only word that can come close to adequately describing what the southern half of Texas is going through right now. Hurricane Harvey has now reached Category 4 status, with wind speeds of 130 MPH and a projected storm surge of more than twelve feet. Here in San Antonio, we are expecting rainfall of up to 8-12", winds reaching and exceeding 55 MPH, and a -- very slight -- chance of tornadoes. The wind is picking up as I type this post. I wouldn't say I'm scared; this is actually the most interesting weather event I've ever experienced! However, the sorrow I feel for my heart's second home, Port Aransas, is overwhelming. Seeing as I just came back from that picturesque seaside town a couple of weeks ago, I pray for everyone affected on and around Mustang Island. There's no way to tell right now how extensive the damage caused may be, but if this beast remains a Category 4 by the time it makes landfall on my beautiful state's coastline, I sense that the name of Harvey will go down in weather history.
What a day it has been! All over the country, people have flocked to a 70-mile wide stretch from coast to coast to catch the rare total solar eclipse. The first coast-to-coast eclipse in nearly a century -- not to mention the first total eclipse since 1979, this was a sight to behold. Unfortunately, since my school is now in session, I was unable to make the pilgrimage to Oregon, Idaho, or South Carolina, but I was treated to a lovely partially obscured sun. What was truly special about this once-in-a-lifetime event, however, was that amidst all the turmoil in America, people of any creed were able to come together and enjoy this gift from God, and in the end, that is all that matters.
In the darkness of the midday eclipse shone a glimmer of light, a glimmer of hope. |
AuthorMy name is Dani Slaughter. I am a university student from San Antonio, musing about what I see and how I see it. Archives
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