The sky was a moody shade of gray. Dark bands of slate and
pewter shot across the sky in uneven, violent harmony. Rain had been falling from
heavy clouds sporadically throughout the day. The sea was restless, churning
and spewing angry white tipped waves with petty, subdued fury. The water of the
Atlantic was all steel and midnight, the color reflecting the drabness from
above while hiding the brimming, invisible power churning beneath its surface.
The northern seaboard was suffering from a tropical
depression that decided to bypass the southern half of the country and make an
appearance to celebrate America’s birthday with all of New England. Bands of
rain came in phases, crashing down intermittently throughout the day. Though it
was the middle of summer, the tropical storm brought the chill, bringing in the
cool water from offshore and dumping it on the coast. Wind gusts reached up to
50 miles per hour.