Ten meters of water. A great wall of water on a sunny morning. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to be on a beach in Phuket this weekend. Or on that train. Or to be there now, with funeral pyres burning and mass graves being dug. People will never be identified and families will never know for certain.
Nine of the richter scale. NINE. I have little to say, but that they are in my prayers.