The day the hurricane’s tail struck our holiday island, it was sunny and warm and humid like every day had been before that. We knew it had to arrive, but somehow we were just hoping it wouldn’t.
Then the light started to falter and the coconut palms fluttered in the growing wind and I looked up and…
…took a photo.
After that we rushed to our rooms to watch Downton Abbey and play cards. We were on holiday, after all.