By dark of night they howl across Delaware Bay, these winds that reach 60 miles per hour. The gales of a nor'easter in May-a winter storm that happens this late in the season only once a century-overturn everything in their path. Along Delaware's Pickering Beach, seaweed washed in with the tide scurries along the water's edge, its long tendrils chased by a whirlwind of sand grains. A full moon lies hidden behind storm clouds. Nor'easter rains slice down like ice picks. Beach houses on Sandpiper Lane are dark; even the sandpipers have flown. Everything-from birds to humans-has run for cover.
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