The lights went out in the neighborhood for hours today, and I quickly came to appreciate just how much of my comfortable life is due to the readily-available service of the local gas & electric: I couldn’t dry my hair, charge my cell phone, cook dinner, listen to music, use the clothes dryer, check my email, and on and on. Agitated, I roamed the apartment, unable to do much of anything that felt useful or productive. I finally lit a slew of candles and sat in the semidarkness, listening to passing cars and the kids at play in the parking lot, while a fire alarm rang dully in the distance. My restlessness calmed in the cool air and the quiet of the neighborhood, only to return when the lights suddenly flickered and switched on; now here I am, back to the noise and distractions and endless to-do lists of the day. I can only hope that the power goes out again, and soon.
Brightly,
-a.
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