November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Words seemed to have escaped me temporarily, like the shadows that run wild when my torchlight approaches.

The electricity was one of the many necessities washed away by the rain these past days. With work and dinner invitations, there hadn’t been much time to experience its absence. Sunday brought with it horrific winds and a pointed finger at my need for these flowing electrons. With everything from entertainment to meals depending on electricity, I was forced to venture outside despite the weather. At tea & coffee parlours and homes, people huddled together to keep warm with drinks and chatter. As we peered out at the rain and winds that tried their best to fight our spirits, it didn’t matter that I didn’t entirely understand the words of my neighbours; tea in a dark corner and their voices were enough to remind me that I was home.

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