#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

At three in the morning, the oddly extreme silence that is the sound of nothing electric. Power out. Snow falling heavily out side the windows. Gusting. I fell back asleep. Frank made my coffee in the earning morning by lighting a gas burner with a match and pouring boiling water into the coffee maker. He didn’t bother with the generator. As we sat by the gas fireplace with some candles lit he said they would have the electricity back up by 8 a.m. No, I did not believe it. How, in this blizzard? A foot of snow, a constant heavy falling of snow. But he was right. Well before 8 it clicked on. The hosue was noisy with electric current running through machines again. I didn’t rush outside. I worked for a bit on the manuscript. Then went out for some shoveling. The snow was heavy but I cleared paths to the front and back doors and cleared off cars and stairs. No poetry workshop after all, canceled. In the early afternoon I went out again for more shoveling and to coax Wave out for some snow play. He followed, finally and we made a fort under an outdoor table on the deck after I shoveled a path to it and he kept knocking the snow back down into it because that’s the way we’ve always played together in sand on the beach. Then we had a snowball fight and more and finally went inside to warm up. I made his favorite dinner, chicken parmesan, and I even let it be casual dinner and he ate upstairs alone with his mom, happy to be home.