Ominous outside. On the grass along the parkway, a dead bloodied dear in the shadow of a dozen wild turkeys — didn’t know they were carnivores.
The wind whips up the leaves. Children crowd the soccer field, laughing unable to imagine what’s ahead. Chores done, candles collected, Oliver and I await the storm.
Jean Zimmerman 
Thank you! I’ll be watching the marsh turn into a lake, hopefully by electric light.
Oh, do be careful, Jean! Please keep us up to date on your observations! The voice of one living through a situation is worth more than a thousand who watch from safe places.