Electric Fall

Isn't it odd that I come back to the blog the day after I woke up in the middle of the night and sure enough, there was no power?

I marvelled at that, no power. The line between us in dissolute comfort and the centuries before, stumbling through darkness, is that current that flows or does not through the wires at the mysterious bidding of a distant switch. And now someone had thrown the switch, and for an hour, there was no light. I lay listening for that distinctive ping that announces the presence or return of an electronic liege of some sort. And then the light went on in the bathroom and we were back in the world of the predictable, safe within the perimeter of the electric.