I shouldn’t tell anybody this, but these days the thing that reminds most of my mortality if a friggin hurricane. “Oh, gee, I could get hurt!” Pathetic. When I did start thinking like that?
When I was younger (last week?) I’d get dressed up and deliberately go out into those things just feel myself fighting back against the wind and rain. I thought it was fun. Flooded basement, great! A broken window or two? Come get me, you mother!
But if I lived in New Jersey or on Long Island, then maybe I could really get excited, get my rain gear on and go check on the neighbors.
“Don’t worry, Chance. I’ll be back!”