The temperature is 92 degrees. Sweltering heat, hard to breathe.
My skin is sweating faster than I can wipe it off my body.
Bugs are everywhere, and they are loud.
I am writing from my vehicle in Morgan City, La. We are waiting Hurricane Gustav’s eye, and it appears that we are in a prime location.
Why would a person await the eye of a hurricane predicted to cause mass damage to anything in its path?
This journalist does not have the answer to that question, and it’s one that I have been asking myself all day. Frankly, there is no good reason to be here besides showing our viewers exactly what a major hurricane looks, sounds and feels like. Otherwise, there is no reason to be here. NONE.
The sky is calm and wispy. Every so often, a short rain shower thunders down.
Soon, there will be no serenity here…no bugs, no pink sky.
I expect rain that hurts, wind that makes it hard to take a breath and debris to paint the sky. My nerves are rattled. I feel anxiety.
There is nothing more to write, except that nature always wins.
