The anniversary of Hurricane Ike came and went without much fanfare.
I still remember how the water felt as I slogged down 16th Street heading into the biting wind. How the grit had gotten in my water shoes and how saturated my skin felt after several hours in and out of the grimy water. The fear in my stomach as a transformer blew close by. Wondering if the electricity could travel through the water to me. Trying to breathe and see through the thick smoke coming off the huge fire burning at the Yacht Basin.