Almost hate to say this, but after the eclipse, I find myself wanting to be in a comfy motel/hotel, 25 stories up, near a coastline, and watching a pretty sturdy hurricane approach, and then experience the eyewall passing over, the relative calm, and then the rest of the hurricane plays out.
Obviously, I have a romanticized view of such an experience, and am most unlikely to ever even try, but my thoughts come back to it this time of year . . .
Obviously, I have a romanticized view of such an experience, and am most unlikely to ever even try, but my thoughts come back to it this time of year . . .
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