But now that it is here, it feels like something else entirely. I saw it on the beach walk.
Look, the top of the bank, 150 feet above us, was crumbling, sliding into the sea, chunk by chunk. Trees had leaned and toppled down the bank. The houses that lined the bank would slide down with it too in the not-so-distant future. Those homes, everything will go right over the edge. (I saw one woman mowing her lawn right to that edge.)