as i head into

day 5

still

off the

power grid

the pace of life

has

slowed

days

spent

walking

writing

reading

thinking

bathing by candlelight

catching up with friends

in the coffee shop

on the street

with

neighbors

there is a natural rhythm to it all

waking with the return of the light

 sleeping when the dark returns once more

it’s a peaceful and quiet existence

*

until

monday comes

and

i have to

wake up

in the pitch black

to go to school

there’s an art

to applying

makeup

by

flashlight

and

with

only

two hands

luckily

my loyal

carpool partner

has

promised

to alert me

if

 my clothes are on backwards

or

 anything looks dramatically amiss

and

i find

that

while

i

look

forward to the light

i

am

enjoying the calm

of the dark

—

wisely, and slow. they stumble that run fast.
William Shakespeare

—

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