frail trees

although we could see it's turbulent wall all around us, the eye of the hurricane was crazy beautiful. the sky was empyrean blue. we exploded and roared in this brilliant outside room, a much needed break from being cooped up behind taped windows with the chatter of the news box. my parents refused to evacuate with the others on the rhode island coast. i'm not sure why. we are pretty high up on he hill for the water to ever reach us. perhaps their math of the surf + wind didn't equal a stagnant gymnasium full of neighbors. i remember the breeze picking up pace as we climbed frail trees which whipped us about like an amusement ride. my mothers sharp voice cut through the returning grey of the storm demanding our return.