Ellen's Very Southern Voice on Nostr: #TimeTravelAuthors Water? At the intersection of Royal and Governor Nichols, rain ...
#TimeTravelAuthors Water?
At the intersection of Royal and Governor Nichols, rain began to fall from the almost-clear sky as if dripping through a leaky colander. My entourage glanced upward, puzzled, but wait—in a minute, the rain would stop. Not like the days when the rain fell in PTSD-inducing sheets that backed up sewers, ate the streets, turned passing cars into weapons of wave destruction, shoving ripples through front doors. Sky, rain, the Gulf, New Orleans, one and the same.
At the intersection of Royal and Governor Nichols, rain began to fall from the almost-clear sky as if dripping through a leaky colander. My entourage glanced upward, puzzled, but wait—in a minute, the rain would stop. Not like the days when the rain fell in PTSD-inducing sheets that backed up sewers, ate the streets, turned passing cars into weapons of wave destruction, shoving ripples through front doors. Sky, rain, the Gulf, New Orleans, one and the same.