Saturday, February 8, 2014

Ode To Electrcity

Thou source of so many things beautiful.
I have taken thee for granted
What folly to not understand the depths
Of my dependence.
How powerful it is to banish the night.
Laugh in the face of bitter elements
And cold toilet seats.

Ever after I will be your bold lover.
I will sing your praises
With a fervor otherwise unknown
And not grieve again.
Generator singing in the night.
Illuminations of joy
And warmth to all my nether regions.

After the ice storm on Wednesday, we lost power for 60.5 hours.

Dark is bearable. Bitter cold is not.

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