We had a sand storm last night.
It was quite something. Our office manager said this morning, 7/8, that she didn't call me up, figuring I was a grown-up and wouldn't be afraid. But I actually spent 45 minutes in the bathroom -- no windows, in the middle of the apartment -- at the height of the shutter-banging, howling storm. I figured the two hurricanes in Fort Lauderdale trained me for this.
Oddly, there was no rain with the 110 kilometer-per-hour wind. And this morning, in addition to downed trees and wires, everything is finely coated in red dust.
It was quite something. Our office manager said this morning, 7/8, that she didn't call me up, figuring I was a grown-up and wouldn't be afraid. But I actually spent 45 minutes in the bathroom -- no windows, in the middle of the apartment -- at the height of the shutter-banging, howling storm. I figured the two hurricanes in Fort Lauderdale trained me for this.
Oddly, there was no rain with the 110 kilometer-per-hour wind. And this morning, in addition to downed trees and wires, everything is finely coated in red dust.
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