In 2004 I drove to hurricane Ivan from Texas. I had always wanted to experience a hurricane, but the men in my life had always confiscated my truck keys. This time I escaped. I 10 was closed and deserted the whole way. Although on I 10 at the rest stops there many Louisianan guys with head scarves and beards like pirates whooping it up.
Cat III coming across the coast into the piney woods of the FL panhandle,The way I drove on the I 10 passed over the bridge at Mobile Alabama up into the piney woods. Pine trees had fallen across the highway for miles. I just drove through the treetop branches.
Then the wind stopped in total stillness. I got out I thought I had missed the storm it must have gone a different way. It was so silent in the ruined forest I could hear the small pops of fern spores germinating. It was the eye, Then I realized that in the heart of creation is destruction. An in the heart of destruction is creation. Then I drove on into the hellish SE side.
Took refuge under a highway overpass bridge and got out, clinging to my truck bed. There was the roaring of a thousand lions and the hissing of a thousand snakes. And way high up, the wailing of banshees or angels. It was then what I came for, to sit at the feet of God.
I will not go to a hurricane again, once is enough.