Where I live, power outages are a given. The wind blows; trees fall down, and so it is. It is worth it to live with trees, and when I hear the wind with its howl, I set the matches next to the candles just in case, but last night, there was no wind. It could not have been more still, and then, blackness and the sound of a transformer blown.
I lit some candles and then, we decided to head out for a walk and see how many homes were affected. We blew the candles out. Others were out with their flashlights but the stars were shining and eyes adjust and we could see. We came home and I meditated.
One can read by lantern but it is lovely to just sit and enjoy the flickering of candle light and to appreciate how quickly eyes adjust, and to absorb how much and with such detail we are able to see.
I was actually dreading the power coming back on because I knew the light would feel harsh, and I would think I must check my email one more time before I sleep. This way, darkness, light, smoke, and scent.
It was a gift, and somewhere, sometime in the night, as we slept, the outage was fixed. It's enough to make one believe in magic, and of course I already do. I have my places to invite the "little people," and sometimes like last night, they offer a gift.