This morning I awoke from a methlomare (wherein I was evacuating my mom and children from a building only to find there was a panther outside who sniffed my head from a tree branch as I ushered everyone out) to the tell tale sound of an earthquake coming. I placed my hand on the cement wall beside me and felt the earth move as our house shifted. I thought of all the places I have taken cover in quakes throughout my life. About how nice it was that my sisters' and my bedroom doors faced each other in the hallway, making for easy comfort when late nights brought quick awakenings. I thought of the cracks in my aunt's walls. The news camera shaking live morning anchors. Sleeping on linoleum and feeling it all. About how lucky I have been to have never known the terror that can come as the most sure foundation you have ever known gives way beneath your very life.
I thought these things as I listened to it roll away, like a truck with too heavy a load.
The night gave into rain before it did daylight.
I thought these things as I listened to it roll away, like a truck with too heavy a load.
The night gave into rain before it did daylight.
2 comments:
Our quakes here have always seemed fun and playful. I miss you being only a wall away from me.
I treasure all our memories at Caryn Court! What a wonderful life! I miss you too, Courtney....stay safe!
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