There is a flood in my town. It's been going on for over a month, but now the water is rising past the "fun and interesting natural phenomenon" level. Now it's reaching the "actually worrying" level.
At first I really liked the flood. The way you see the ground disappear, treetops poking out of shiny sand-colored water, it was cute. And the calmer water, investing the fields, spreading a giant, peaceful mirror under the sky, endless reflections on both sides of the road, were magical and magnificent.
Now, dark, fast, bubbling water is climbing the side of the canal, getting closer and closer to my parking lot. I'm gonna have to move my car, but since the town is pretty flat, it's gonna have to be quite far from my appartment. If the water gets one meter higher than it is now, it will be in my street and in the courtyard.
It's really weird what I'm feeling. Yes, I'm worried and bothered by it. It's inconvenient, even dangerous to some extend. But it's also something pretty impressive, exhilarating and elegant, and I cannot help but feel a bit privileged to witness it first hand. Maybe I'm just an idiot.