All is quiet and strange here in South Brooklyn after the storm. I woke today to find our street untouched but for a few broken tree limbs. Then I walked our neighborhood to find enormous trees overturned, Red Hook boarded and broken, trapped under water, and the toxic Gowanus canal overflowing.
Today I feel very fortunate. We live on the waterfront, tucked in between the New York harbor and that canal. It is a wonder that the ground slopes just right, to leave us elevated enough to reside in “Zone B”, to escape what so much of this city has not.
Our offices are uncharacteristically silent and unreachable. Water has filled the subway tunnels. So the underground veins of New York City, it’s lifeline, are empty. There is no coming or going. There is no timeframe for repair because there is no precedent.
My window looks out towards the harbor. In the distance I can see downtown Manhattan. Tonight, it is completely dark.
I am thinking of those who have lost so much.