moss tangled, lingering down their branches
beautiful, flowing ribbons of brown
rows and rows and rows of them
massive nest of that moss
ushered us out of the state
while the giant water storm
she spins and waits
coming back those tangled masses of feathery moss
looked more like decapitated heads
with their dried blood
and muddy footprints all around
the wind beaten ground
evidence that they fought
proof that they tried to run
a far cry from the trees we left behind
the ones with the beautiful crowns
standing tall, waiting for the change
caused a flood of memories to rush back to me
made me not want to return to my sunshine state
we did and here we are
44 hours we spent in that car
back to this
back to the same
Sorry for my absence. We ended up having to evacuate our home in South Florida due to Hurricane Irma. The first day we drove to Valdosta, Georgia. What should have been a 5.5-hour journey turned into a 12-hour drive fest on back roads to avoid the “real” jams on the Turnpike or 95. From there the plan was to go to Birmingham, Alabama but Irma changed her course and wanted to follow us. So, last-minute we decided to trek to Richmond, Virginia to visit family. We spent another day in the car – this time 15 hours. In the wee hours of the morning, we would see cars piled into rest areas – I assumed the occupants were sleeping. We continued past and didn’t arrive at our destination in Virginia until 3 am.
My beautiful autistic son with Type 1 diabetes, epilepsy, and mental health diagnoses was given an emergency prescription of Geodon to get us there safely. We only had one major behavior “hiccup.” (We also had a car accident, but that’s a different story.)
My son, stressed because we had to leave our house and stuck in the car, decided to whip my head back a few times by grabbing my hair. I’m driving, of course, and my daughter, trying to shield my head, almost had her arm broke trying to protect me. We were, thankfully, going through a city, and I was able to pull over for safety.
Long story short – I’ll spare you the miserable details, or I’ll write a pretty poem about them later, we are finally back home.
Debris to clean up, hurricane shutters to take down and food to buy is what the next few days hold.
Our coast was spared this time, praise God!