I turned just far enough in my chair to see through the window to the trees outside as the storm pounded the concrete with surprising fury lightning cut the sky into white ribbons thunder echoed between the buildings I thought not moving about where I stored the candles should the power go out again what would I do in the morning if the power still is not on and I have to work? I cannot leave the apartment anxiety mounts it still storms outside inside The power is out across the street I watched lightning strike straight down to the ground like an arrow alone in the darkness I go into the other room to find the source of a beep I hear every time more lightning hits I ask myself as I go why was it not enough to just turn and watch the storm? ~ la 2020
lei fraser 