The first storms hit after the driest stretch of winter on record. Pounding surf and driving rain have obliterated the intricate sand patterns and frothy backlit lines of foam at my favorite beach, and I find myself scanning the horizon as I hike the shore, wary of sneaker waves but thrilled by the prospect. Projects typically slow down a notch during storms as our priorities shift to clearing gutters, tarping piles, stocking up on dry kindling, firewood and candles in anticipation of losing power. It’s a good time to take stock and put things in perspective, eyes on the horizon.