What’s Your Hurry, Hanna
Dear Tropical Storm (neé hurricane) Hanna,
Thank you for passing through and being so quiet. I was concerned you may awaken me during the night. In fact, you were so ginger in your steps that if it weren’t for the leaves in the pool and the puddles in the parking lot I would have hardly known you had come. Best wishes in your future travels.
With regards,
Drew
