The lights flickered at about one in the afternoon. The digital clocks blinked fast, as though to warn us. The televisions, which were turned off, also blinked in the dim rooms. The pantry refrigerator was overcome from the fluctuations and sparked. Allen threw the breakers. We were out of electricity for about five hours. When we saw the lights come on at our neighbor's, Allen went back to the fuse box and let the electricity flow back into our lives again.
It is a completely different world without electricity. Even in your own house, you notice it, how quiet the world is. How turned in you are to your own thoughts. How alive the walls are, catching the light from the flickering candles.
Oh, I love how alive the walls are with the flickering candles. Teagrapple
ReplyDeleteWe had a couple of brownouts this summer, where the whole neighborhood went dark, and, perhaps more importantly to most of us in Dallas, without air conditioning for several hours. But on one of those nights, Katharine & Christopher & I pulled out lawnchairs and sat out front with neighbors, drinking a glass of wine and chatting for a couple of hours. It was like living in another time, and a good reminder of what we give up, with all of our conveniences...
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