Tae Yong Kim

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The effects of super-typhoon Yutu echoes on to this day. The violent howling of the winds, the clanging of glass and tin being effortlessly flung around, the thumping of loose windows barely keeping the unwanted gales out, and the deafening rain pounding every surface of the earth: these sounds play like a repertoire of memories within our heads. I, personally, lost a window to typhoon Yutu. The window was violently pushed inwards and the glass shards were tossed around like playthings within my room. The result was horrifying. Power poles were forced to bow down to the winds, trees were uprooted as if they were common weeds, and Saipan was bruised like never before; however, the sun still shined. Whether it may have seemed like a “hope for a new day” ordeal to some, or an annoying and cruel sun that still shined regardless of what happened the last, terrible night, the sun still shined bright. Regardless of the blue, cold, unforgiving night when typhoon Yutu hit Saipan, the sun covered us in warm orange light the next morning. The earth will still rotate without us. Time keeps ticking on by. The sun will shine after a storm regardless of how bad the storm was. Nothing is eternal, just like my window and its covers.