
I duck out of the office. It’s been a long day.
Waze flashes an estimate for a quick ride home: 28 minutes. The Dark Sky App sends an alert: Large storm is bearing down.
I’m one mile from the exit to I-95 on I-287.
The sky blackens.
A few leaves gust and float overhead.
Another wind gust blows a large swarm of leaves from the hillside, they hang mid-air, swirl and gust upward in a wind tunnel. Ominous.
Then comes the rain.
Then darkness. Continue reading “Driving I-287 East. A long day, longer.”
