Hurricane Sandy Chaos

Nothing looked the same. We returned home to witness the damage.  Streets once familiar as breathing felt like we were watching tv in slow motion  out the window of the car.   An eerie quiet sits atop the dreams piled high along each sidewalk,  graveyards of cherished memories as far as the eye can see. Friendly but strange national guard check points. A necessary evil yet a stark reminder that evil is not limited to mother nature.  Black the new horizon.  An eerie quiet prevails   There is a slimey cold scum, a second skin on everything.   Drenched personal   possessions, the life wrung out of them  in frigid red, green, and orange rivers running down the driveway. Christmas, Easter Halloween,  newly minted or cherished through generations