We lost power hours ago, and I only realized we lost water too when I woke up at 12 am to pee.
I thought that by now the worst of Mawar would have left, but it feels like what it might be like if you lived in the eye storm of Jupiter or whatever hell might feel like.
Earlier I might have thought we would be safe if I ignored the screaming shutters and roaring winds, but I would be lying to myself.
Even if I’m indoors, the concrete and the walls are shapeshifting as the winds pierce though the smallest of openings and gusts of wind is let inside in every direction.
I bet the house is tired and wishes Mawar would just stop.
In the dark, I’m writing with a small LED flashlight at my desk. The posters on my wall are curling in because of condensation or maybe my house really is shapeshifting.
My heart is out for everything outside, the trees, the boonies, even the invertebrates but not those brown tree snakes…well, maybe just a little bit. But most especially, I can’t stop but worry about the Mother Tree, the last fruit bearing Håyun Lågu in Litekyan. I pray for her strength and braving through Mawar and all mawars she continuously fights. From our view earlier of outside, you could see the trees bend and leaves twists conforming to Mawar’s mercy. I can only imagine what the Mother Tree is going through.
LinkTree to help Guam recover from Mawar:
