The wind didn’t just blow; it started screaming like a scene straight out of a Netflix horror special.
The force was so intense it was almost personal. My mother, usually steady as a rock, nearly lost her balance. Her walking stick started vibrating, and the wind literally snatched the glasses right off her face.
In our commitment to a “digital-free” walk, we were stranded without a lifeline. Luckily, a househelp taking cover with us had an old-school Nokia.
But in the pitch-black darkness of the storm, I couldn’t even see the keypad. It was a frantic game of “hit and trial” until I finally managed to dial home to let them know we were still on this planet.
The great staircase reunion
Our “rescuer” eventually guided us to the flat where she worked, where we hid out until the 20-minute riot outside finally died down.
When we finally emerged, we ran into my sister on the stairs.
She had come out looking for us, and honestly? It felt like a scene from a blockbuster family reunion.
The Takeaway
Nature has a funny way of reminding us of our place. One minute you’re worried about your step count, and the next, you’re just grateful to have your feet on solid ground.
The lesson? Maybe bring the phone next time. Or, at the very least, hold onto your glasses!
