Wind blows in all places

I am reminded today of how fragile a home can be. With the constant news flashes of the hurricane damage, the flooding, the desperation and the loss of human life, I am reminded. Ironcially, we have our house for sale, or should I say, I have our house up for sale. In case you haven't been reading, one of doesn't like change, and it isn't me. There are many people today who have seen their ruins, their damaged goods, their complete loss of everything, except for the clothes on their back. The poor people who had no way out of the city. The elderly who had no one to care if they made it to safety. The young children who held on for dear life while their parents wondered what to do next. Last night as I was moving our horse to the stall field so he could take cover, I could feel his concern through his skin. His eyes were circled, larger than normal, his nose smelled the change in the air. He stepped faster than normal through the gate. He raised his head as if to watch the skies. I am taking him to safer ground because I could. He needed shelter for the night. He could stay dry and be protected. A luxury for him, life and death for others. The wind did blow last night and I slept easier just knowing Oliver had shelter. I awakened from my alarm to realize there was still a roof over my head. I took a shower. I made breakfast. I stirred my family to start the day. My house has been for sale for 5 weeks, no offers yet, just several interests. What if today I was trying to find where my house had been? What if my family was seeking shelter in the stalls among the horses? I heard the wind last night, but I did not feel it. Today, I felt it. I saw it. In the faces of the people.