I was on the phone with my sister and sitting the front part of our house (the bow if you will). I could feel a small rolling movement, nothing substantial, but just soft and gentle. It was raining and blowing out. I looked out the window and could see that all of the houses were moving. Up and down, and side to side. The homes are not being tossed around, but it looks like a group of gentle giants moving within their confinded space. Since it was a high tide all of the homes were truly floating and not just sitting the mud.
The feeling that swept over me was sort of like the first time I was in an earthquake. A new experience for your body and mind. (sounds way more hippy than it was, but i have no idea how to talk about it). You look outside and watch the house next to you move up about 1/2" from where it should be then go gracefully back to its original position. The movement happens so peacefully that you are unsure if it really just happened. It is as if you are imagining things. Then you begin to really study the outside world and yes, you can tell that are you moving and that the homes around you are as well.
We could not feel it that much in the back part of the house. Last night it did the same thing. I am not sure if you think you feel that you are moving because you can see that your house and your surroundings are moving. And it doesn't move in a "sea-sick" sort of way. Even with the rain and the wind, it just moves.
This weekend was good exposure for what the winter months in January and Febuary will feel like at our place.
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