Winter arrived with an icy fine flourish this last weekend. Snow, sleet and freezing rain made driving dangerous and kept most folks huddled inside. I kept an eye on the weather while working through my Saturday chores. My housekeeping quickly came to a halt when the lights blinked once, twice, and then went out completely.
What little light sifted through the overcast skies reflected off the snow outside, making it lighter outside than in. The house was silent without the whirring of appliances, forced air furnaces and other modern amenities.
I stumbled around in the semi-darkness, lighting candles and locating lanterns. The wind howled, and I huddled under my warmest quilts as the weather slowly leeched the warmth from the house. There would be no reading, no writing, no stitching in the feeble flickering light.
I wondered how, in years past, people had survived. Perhaps they were made of stouter stock. Or maybe they just plain made do.
Hours later, when the lights blinked back on, I was ever so grateful for everything I'd unknowingly been taking for granted––hot water, warmth, and the awe-inspiring electric light.
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