Windstorm

[mishalak]

In the truest sense there was a windstorm as I wrote this. My house shudders with the impact of gusts and the bent elm at the edge of my yard tosses about like a sapling. In the distance there are red-orange flashes that may be extraordinary lightning or some facility where subatomic particles we harness are leaping free of their bonds. My power flickers and dies. I hope that nothing will fly into my windows, I do not wish to replace them. Now sleep as best I can with darkness whistling outside my walls. 

In the morning the wind is still blustery, but there is power and my home seems intact.