The silence of the power lines

[helen99]

Windows open, lights off, no power. All appliances ceased their endless whine. The computers, inert and blank, lay sleeping, and no amount of finagling could bring them back. There was nothing but the velvet of night and the chirping of crickets and my own thoughts. It was wonderful. Now very ... non uniform! The interwoven dance of a warm breeze, night birds and insects, and maybe the flickering of a candle in the fireplace.

Still in the midst of a blackout around here - Coming to work and once again experiencing the artificial environment was very strange. How odd to be in a little temperature controlled box, plugged into an extended electronic nervous system. It's too rhythmic, and the rhythm is not my own...