I stand alone,
I look around and survey the damage.
Cars are lying everywhere, some upside down, some broken.
One sticking out the front window of the fire-station.
But its quiet,
Oh so quiet.
Hard to believe the mayhem that surrounded me just up to an hour ago.,
It had all started this morning,
Just after 8am, the first gentle sounds that would soon grow to the deafening roar of an ensuing cyclone, ripping up everything in its path.
But its quiet now,
I survey the damage,
The kitchen is filled with unwashed dishes and the remains of an uneaten meal, a cupboard door hangs by one hinge, The floor in the hallway still wet from the flooding, soaking wet towels lay in the bath, a reminder of the massive clean up job earlier.
But its oh so quiet.
I tiptoe around debris, making my way down the hallway.
Listening, I hear the peaceful sounds of slumber emanating from the bedroom.