has been last night into this afternoon, after the winds fell a tree onto a power line, right in the coldest heart of winter.
we live through a nightmare born of too many modern comforts: no lights no warmth no washer no internet no tv no garage door opener and dwindling cellphone battery. eventually J2 and i escape to the community library, where we at least get lights internet a socket to charge the cellphone with and a marginally higher ambient temperature.
our lord says in matthew 24, pray that your flight will not take place in winter. today, perhaps for the first time, i realize just how brutal the ice queen can be. no pretty guileless maiden she but a wilfully capricious woman capable of cruelty, and we often forget because of the layers of insulation we erect.
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