disappeared under white. No one was prepared for how fast everythin…When the hail finally stopped,
Continue Reading »the silence felt almost unreal. Neighbors stepped outside slowly,
crunching over ice that shouldn’t have existed in that season, staring at lawns that looked like winter and homes that looked like targets.
Parents checked on children, strangers checked on each other, and people who had never spoken before shared stunned glances and shaky voices.
Emergency crews moved through blocked roads and downed branches, knocking on doors, checking for injuries, and marking the worst-hit houses.
Insurance calls began before the power was fully restored. Yet amid the wreckage, there was a quiet, stubborn gratitude: no lives
lost, no one forgotten. As the ice began to melt, what remained was a town changed—more fragile, more aware, and, somehow, more connected by the violence of a single, unforgettable storm.
