A few weeks ago there was a severe thunderstorm that resulted in a power outage in my area. It happened right after dinner, when my family and I would typically tune in to our evening TV shows for the night.
What some might have muttered was an inconvenience, I saw as a welcome break in our routine. We ended up all gathered around the living room picture window, watching the pine trees outside sway in the rainy wind—as if they were dancing—and sharing stories like we used to. The quietness of the house was peaceful. Simple. And I couldn’t help but smile when using candlelight and flashlights to venture through the halls.