Our power went out and it gave me an idea
I didn’t realize the darkness meant so much to me until a part of my spirit seemed to make itself whole the day the lights went out.
Yeah, we still make light, and sure, the sun comes up, but fire has a way of melting into the inky curtains of night when the sun goes down.
No more cities reflecting their harsh insomnia into the clouds of every horizon. No more blinding sweeps of headlights through the windows of sleeping houses. No more hazy electronic screens slapping sludge over your pupils and lifelessness onto your face.
I found myself in the dark, and honestly, I think everyone did.
The first night everyone was scared. Angry. Desperate. Confused.
But I looked up to find that I, for the first time in my life, could see the stars. I think the stars made us realize that without all the light, we—humanity—were no longer just shadows on the wall.
Yeah, we still make light, and sure, the sun comes up, but fire has a way of melting into the inky curtains of night when the sun goes down.
No more cities reflecting their harsh insomnia into the clouds of every horizon. No more blinding sweeps of headlights through the windows of sleeping houses. No more hazy electronic screens slapping sludge over your pupils and lifelessness onto your face.
I found myself in the dark, and honestly, I think everyone did.
The first night everyone was scared. Angry. Desperate. Confused.
But I looked up to find that I, for the first time in my life, could see the stars. I think the stars made us realize that without all the light, we—humanity—were no longer just shadows on the wall.
