Fighting cabin fever, I ventured out for a 20-minute walk early this afternoon. It seemed calm for a few moments; then a gust swept away my hat and dumped it into one of the many leaf-clogged streams that used to be street gutters.
Tree branches cracked. Some trees fell.
One tree rested on a car. A new wire was down, shutting down busy Bryant Street.
A trucker begged with a traffic cop to let him drive over the downed wire and deliver his Budweiser to a corner store.
A homeless man huddled inside a laundromat, keeping a wary eye on his Safeway grocery cart outside, filled with bottles to recycle, anchored with a strong blue tarp. Other homeless guys squatted in doorways or under trees.
Few other pedestrians were out, and traffic was minimal. But drivers had to weave their way around downed branches and sealed off streets with fallen wires, finding irregular routes to wherever they were headed.
Back home, I was soaked to the skin.
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