I watched vicariously as New Yorkers drove down streets near the water’s edge experiencing the storm in person. Over time the storm surge grew with the incoming tide, gradually erasing the protective shoreline. When the waves began breaking over the seawall, the situation changed dramatically. What was once, just an hour before, a safe promenade for walkers and cyclists was made dangerous by an undertow washing out to the harbor.
The predictable movement of this storm, its power and path long foretold, made this storm a news event with equipment and anchors reporting from up and down the east coast. The predictions also allowed emergency personnel to get into place and prepare to respond to the inevitable emergency call. People got ready as best they could.
I watched the progression of the tide and the storm surge, from off shore waves, to salt spray, to flooded streets. I was not alone in this fascination with watching Internet cameras record the progress of the storm. Judging by the site counter, tens of thousands of others watched as well.
I confess I have been captivated by developing thunderstorms, riveted by blizzard conditions and generally fascinated by weather. Not that I can change any of it.
Some things are simply bigger than I am and completely out of my control. Spiritual wisdom has long sought acceptance of the things we cannot change and courage to change the things we can.
Grace and peace.