By: Shea Prueger
The storm is coming. “Big rain,” “Big rain,” my adoptive Thai family keeps telling me. Samui’s waters are frustrated and angry. I’ve never seen them anything but quiet and calm.
I currently live in a treehouse, and during high tide, this treehouse rests about a hundred feet above the clear sea. It’s made out of palm and bamboo, and somehow has electricity. It’s kept me dry during the worst of the storms, which have been over the last few nights.