There is a storm today. We can’t leave our little house. It is very impressive to see the rain showers coming, to see ever changing formations of clouds, rainbows, some short moments of sunshine but all accompanied by an extremely strong wind which rips apart everything which is not really well fixed.
Branches are breaking off, leaves are ripped off.. The wind howls in the electrical wires.
The wind hits the windows, falls down on the roof, plays the flute while wrapping itself around our house, pushes rainwater trough small openings at windows and doors. Yet the wind is hot, coming from Africa. The curtains quiver. It makes you very silent.
In the distance you see the ocean, the waves are blown away from the land, the water looks flat.
We heard that all flights and the ferry connection are cancelled for today and tomorrow. We really are on a little island now in a very big ocean.
But in that little human vulnerable bell of awe and silence there is also a kind of joy. It is so nice to feel the power of nature, to feel that it is so much stronger. To know your place in the universe. It is humbling and a relief. The relief of just being like a child.