honeydunce

My lamp flickered and I thought: hmm. Maybe my light bulb needs replaced? Finished this thought, and boom–all power goes out. Grabbed my phone, called Katie, hung out on the porch. Thank goodness for a bright moon. I watched the spots of flashlights swing wildly around in the neighbor’s house, bouncing off the closed curtains. Others came out with candles and speculation. Our block in darkness, but not completely–the West Penn parking garage across the street stayed illuminated.

Took my contacts out by candlelight and set three different alarms on my cell phone, since the clocks were out. Then, witnessed a robbery bust from my bedroom window. At first I thought the aggressive voices were just people in the alley, but the shouts belonged to cops demanding hands where they could see them.

What a strange, strange night. Right before the power went POOF I was feeling pretty overwhelmed emotionally. I was sitting on my bed writing about it. Then circumstance brought me back to the basics, no light/no power, watching candles shake in the breeze on porches, lighting my own. Squinting at the moon. You tend to forget how little it takes, to change everything.