The flood waters in the Bella Coola valley are subsiding. The rain has stopped. People are returning to their homes, anxious to see the damage, dreading it at the same time, reeling as the enormity of it all hits them, reaching for the shovels ...
Now the hard work of recovery begins. Removing debris and mud, repairing, rebuilding, accepting losses. Working together as a community, which makes the burden lighter.
But for tonight, everybody sleeps. Tomorrow there's mud to be moved.
And I'm exhausted, just from following the disaster from my safe distance. It's harrowing, being so far away, worrying and watching, wishing I could do something useful.
I've lots to write about. Tomorrow. Tonight, my thoughts are scattered. So I'm off to bed, too.