Calm Before the Storm

I walked my beach tonight: Clear and starry sky, cool breeze, crickets chirping, gentle waves lapping the shoreline, a distant lighthouse light pulsing through a hazy horizon... Tomorrow the first of the high clouds will appear, and then, on the next day, my beach will be pounded, beaten, and torn to shreds by the lashing winds and waves of the hurricane. Hold tight, beach. Hold tight!