Our son, Jason, resides in Sarasota, Florida. He describes an eerie encounter with hurricane Milton. The storm had made landfall at approximately 8:30 in the evening, accompanied by the much anticipated howling gales and furious wind. Milton carried on in such fashion as to remove any doubt that an epic weather event had arrived .

The storm wore on, driving blinding sheets of horizontal rain. Then, as if conducting an orderly meeting, Milton deferred to a breathless inexplicable calm. The eye of the storm was above. Milton had tapped his gavel until such time that his wickedness might resume.

Jason went outside. It was eerily quiet. Though 13 miles inland, the pungent smell of sea water was pervasive . Indeed, nature had chosen a quirky path!

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