It feels like nature is angry.
The wind is impossibly powerful and violent. Around the city, gusts of grit-filled air sting the eyes and knock down trees. When the trees hit power lines, or homes, the damage is extraordinary.
Emergency crews have been darting about the city all day. Police act as wardens where lights have lost power; firemen work to remove broken branches before they smash houses. I haven't seen many ambulances yet, and I'm glad for that.
I surveyed the destruction with my friend Tony, earlier. He owns a minivan and agreed to help me move a bed from my mother's house in Alta Vista.
We were blown away by the wind's intensity. I saw a 30-foot pine tree uprooted and splayed out along someone's front lawn. Bins and boxes, put out for trash day, were thrown into fences; garbage lined the sidewalks.
I did not think to bring my camera on the trip, and soon regretted it. But I may have another chance to take photos tomorrow. We have to go collect the other half of the bed.
When Tony and I got to my mother's house, we realized the box spring would not fit in the van. We were able to squeeze the mattress into the back, but the only way to transport the box spring was on the roof. We didn't dare try to tie it down.
We agreed it could only end one of two ways if we did. Either the box spring would fly off the van and hit a traffic warden; or it would turn the minivan into a kite with no strings. We didn't want either and decided to go back for it when the wind dies down.
I have just learned that Environment Canada has a wind warning in effect throughout the city... obviously.
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