It probably isn’t as dangerous here as it will be along the coast, where massive erosion and possible earth slides are anticipate (three consecutive astronomic high tides and the storm together), but it’s pouring rain. Our big oak trees are swaying like saplings in the wind.
You have no idea how nervous I get when 150 foot tall oaks move like that. I try not to think about what happens if they just happen to snap and fall. On us.
Meanwhile, though, the lights are on, the house is warm, the rain is merely outside and the dogs are asleep. While above us, the giant trees sway, inside, all is — so far — well. This is a very big storm and it might yet snow, though I hope not.
The pictures — taken from inside the house — I’m just not crazy enough to go out there — do not show the wind. But it’s there. You can hear it. Odd the way the wind is up there, high in the trees, while there is very little wind down along the ground.