We woke up and a monster was outside. Typhoons make a wide spectrum of vocalizations, from an almost subsonic thumping boom, up through the spectrum or regular washing whooshing wind roars, to whistles and tweets. It's like alien speech. Our apartment is at a 90 degree corner, so the wind effect was magnified. The storm is still slamming out window, but I'm not so worried anymore. It was a full 12 hours of slamming though, and we can expect another six, as it dies down. The house back home took more damage; the garage door to the courtyard is metal rolling sheet that got completely ripped off.
Everyone knows that only fools go outside during typhoons. Debris is everywhere in the streets, mostly bright green tree limbs with leaves all of them, but also some trash, carboard, flotsam and jetsam, and most concerningly, corrugated metal sheets that are capable of severing a city bus in two, nevermind the human body.
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