I'm not sure that all of you guys outside of Buffalo actually understand what has happened here. All of our trees are broken. All of our trees are broken. I keep meaning to go outside and take pictures so that you guys can see the extent of the damage, but it is simply too depressing. I know that someday, I will remember this time and wish I had taken more pictures. Buffalo is astonishingly scarred. Hopefully, most of the trees can recover. Hopefully, in the spring, once the trees have new leaves, the damage will not look so severe. I wish this hadn't happened to our little city.
Today I needed a break, so I got in my car and drove to the end of Highway 400, to a place where the trees are not broken. It was pretty and refreshing. One nice thing about Buffalo is that you can hit the road and be driving in the wide openness in about twenty minutes. It doesn't take long before it feels like you're in the middle of nowhere.
I have been working very hard on a viola project. Working hard towards a (largely selfish) personal goal amid a natural disaster is humbling. My sense of perspective changes daily. In a strange way, I am very grateful for the storm. The storm made me slow down and appreciate that despite my best efforts, most of what effects my life is way out of my control. It's best just to roll with whatever the universe dishes out.
This week the universe dished out four days of darkness and lots and LOTS of broken trees. Go figure.