Dorian has closed the door on South Florida and is swirling along the coast, still in a state of indecision about where he will lay his head (or eye?) next.

Take down the shutters and resume an interrupted life, Joe. As the oceans boil and we ignore the reason, each storm season arrives with dread and ends with either gratitude or grief, depending on steering currents that don’t heed our prayers and chuckle at our arrogance.

We have almost three months to go.