Yesterday’s stormy, blustery weather produced an unexpected windfall. The power was knocked out for hours, not returning until 5:25 a.m. this morning. We enjoyed the respite. No television, no Internet, no electrical distractions of any kind. No scurrying about to get things done; in fact, all things were put on hold. The "things" became as artificial and unimportant as they truly were. They melted into the gathering darkness. We relished the quiet house that slowly surrendered itself to nightfall, becoming noticeably colder as the sun went down.
It was a very natural evening of shadows and flickering candlelight, something Henry David experienced every night he spent in his cabin on Walden Pond.
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