Bad weather is more unnerving when you live in a tin can. I used to love extreme weather. Now it is borderline terrifying. The swaying trees seem closer and creak more loudly. The house rocks with a strong enough gust and the rain pounds on the roof like a drum. It all feels a bit more precarious, probably because it is. This will take a bit of getting used to.
But by morning, the storms moved on and took the fog that enveloped Narragansett with them. A beautiful summer day followed in their wake. All-in all, we survived the ordeal no worse for wear . . . a little sun burn aside.