EYE OF THE HURRICANE

by: Carole L. Haines I woke up to the smell of fish last night, 3:39 in the morning. Not fish cooking, but the smell of an ocean breeze wafting through my bedroom window.¬†Lightning was flashing, rain was pouring down. Ida was here. I looked at my phone to see where she was on Weather Radar.Continue reading “EYE OF THE HURRICANE”