Hurricane Laura hit us about one in
the morning. The noise and the heat
awakened me. The power was out.
It sounded like there were two big
powerful locomotives moving at top
speed. One flying past the front of
the house and one in the backyard.
The two large elms and giant oak
in the front cast elastic shadows.
I sort of slept from three to six or
so. A cold water cleanup. No shave.
No electric but the stove is gas. I used
a lighter and boiled water for coffee.
I went to the top cupboard and took
down my old Bodum French press.
It was fine for the two of us. We moved
into the TV room where I opened two
windows and the side door to get some
air. Hot air is better than no air. A light
breeze crisscrossed the room. The rain
stopped. By dusk the wind started to
die down. We talked back and forth all
afternoon. I cooked as the light faded
from the windows. We ate by lantern.
Back in the TV room, she shrieked.
Her fan came on. Power was back on.
God is good. The gift of another day.