I remember my dad going out in the worst of the hurricane to check on some elderly neighbors because we had lost power. It was absolute hell outside and I remember being scared shitless for him and my neighbors. The week after was fun imo, everyone sleeping around the fire, charging our ds in my dads car so we could play Pokémon, the absurdly long lines for overpriced gas, the week off of school. I remember distinctly that my mom had a pot of cinnamon sticks and water on the stove to make the house smell nicer. I guess it’s just odd that out of something so destructive I found something nostalgic