It all began with a gust powerful enough to blow a large slat of wood loose from a construction site and send it hurling into a storefront with a slam, spraying shattered glass everywhere.
When I walked off the plane I was hit with such a mighty gust of humidity that it caused me to tear off my jacket, sweater and scarf like they were covered in fire ants.
At the first snapping of a tree branch or sudden gust of wind, everybody runs into their cabins armed with baseball bats and kitchen knives waiting for a killer that will never come.