CONCORDE: Uh, I'm-I'm not quite dead, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Well, you shall not have been mortally wounded in vain!
CONCORDE: Uh, I-I think uh, I could pull through, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Oh, I see.
CONCORDE: Actually, I think I'm all right to come with you--
LAUNCELOT: No, no, sweet Concorde! Stay here! I will send help as soon as I have accomplished a daring and heroic rescue in my own particular... (sigh)
CONCORDE: Idiom, sir?
CONCORDE: No, I feel fine, actually, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Farewell, sweet Concorde!
CONCORDE: I'll-uh, I'll just stay here, then, shall I, sir? Yeah.
- from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Scene 27
We woke up this morning to light rain and gentle breezes. The sun is peeking through the clouds. A feeling of deep gratitude anchors me now. We didn't blow away in hurricane Irma.
The morning was spent in rain gear walking the neighborhood. The roads are blocked with trees for the most part. It looks as though, well, a hurricane came through. Today, as we untangle our nets and put things right in our world, I will let images speak for me. This is what Irma left behind...