Thunderbolts and Lightning

Sometime after 11:00 last night a thunderstorm knocked out our power. After a few minutes standing around the front door of the building with unknown neighbors holding fat candles, watching the rain dump onto the street, we retreated to our apartment, where we sat in candlelight to watch blinding lightning and listen to near-constant thunder rattling the windows. After an hour, when the rain had moved on, we went to bed with the windows cracked to let some air into our stifling bedroom, and with the switch for the ceiling fan turned on, waiting for electricity.

We woke this morning beneath a spinning fan, and I'm glad now that nature intruded on us. I miss it, living in this city with too little time for retreating into the woods and into my thoughts.