By nightfall, the gentle daytime breezes intensified. The winds pushed, slammed, and whipped against the house and stockade fence and made trees and shrubs dance a weird tarantella. Greenish-blue lightning glowed at varying intervals, and the night sky had an eerie, almost gothic, feel.
A lone gecko took shelter on the screened porch.
The hurricane’s eye passed over the neighborhood during the night, and morning from my front room windows revealed no damage, except for some neighbors’ fences that were pulled up or twisted. The chug-chugga-chugga-chug-chug of a neighbor’s gas generator in his driveway was the only non-nature sound in the neighborhood for hours. Wind gusts through the afternoon managed to send fences creaking grotesquely.
The electric was out for almost nineteen or twenty hours, and restored in time for when the mandatory curfew expired. This period was an eye-opener on how much we depend on electricity: No coffee maker, no laundry, no cellphone-charging.
I did, however, read a few chapters of a good book that was made into a movie. It’s sure to become a favorite of mine.
Note for future power outages: Remove and empty the ice maker and tray so melting ice doesn’t drip across the kitchen floor.
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