Calgary had a rainstorm. And then the rain kept coming. My city is now a disaster zone. People are walking in clusters and looking weary. Andrey and I decided a look around and coffee were in order. We also got crepes. The sweetness of my French Vanilla melted into blandness as I looked at the devastation.
It was surreal. An ocean in a parking lot. An orange kayak paddling smoothly down a residential street. People walking close together, looking frightened. Others, looking for opportunities. Men sheltering their women and women sheltering their children. Curious dogs, mostly unbothered by the consternation of the pink hairless monkeys walking them. Roads that were rivers. Rivers that washed, angry and rich brown, over banks and trees. Cars being swallowed by water. Pictures of couches floating by. “Angry water” indeed.
I think it’s probably self-explanatory that I’ve never experienced this before. I’d seen pictures of Winnipeg, Haiti, parts of India and Burma, China, New Orleans, and other parts of the States–but never ‘here’. First World Problems, indeed.
There is a picture below, featuring yours truly poking about in the local fancy-pants rec centre, The Glenbow. There is probably even more water there right now.
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If you have been through something which affected you like this did Michelle, how did you cope?