This past summer, me and my best friends took a road trip to escape the city during Hurricane Irene. We drove for eight hours until we arrived at our lake house in the-middle-of-no-where, Virginia. Irene came and went, and we got beautiful glimpes of her from the Shenandoah Valley. The day after the storm, the sun embraced us with her warmth, gracing us with magical powers to turn into large fluffy dogs and feather-headed gypsies. We played in the river and ran through grass fields, all the while our friends back home were locked into their cubicle apartments in the stormy city sky.
Thank you Irene. Thank you Virginia. Thank you friends.