Sandy

My heart is not exactly to subtitling tonight. It is in New York, as my city gets battered by winds and sea water. My friends tell me how the wind shakes everything, how there's so much water it would be easier to take a boat. They stay inside, wait it out, hoping they'll still have electricity in the morning.

I know it's crazy, and probably very stupid, but I'd rather be there, in it, then watch it unfold on the news or through short texts from people I love.

In Montreal, we have high winds, but nothing worth writing your mom about.