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Mar. 12th, 2006 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amalthyaSunday 7:03 am
It's a fine day, Sunday. And that's not because there's no post on Sunday, but it's because there're no drums on Sunday.
In a way I'm lucky that it's a church next door and not a mosque -- mosques begin their morning services at 4:30 am instead of 5:30 am.
Last night, as per usual, we had a power outtage and even though it was 8 pm and I usually retreat into my room, I went out onto the "porch" and just sat in the absolute, total darkness. The low rumble of the generator for the huge antenna tower next door hummed into the night, but other than that, it was just complete dark.
I'd brought my little Energizer lantern but decided to turn it off. It was also attracting bugs.
And, on the cold cement of the porch, I just stretch and breathed in the cold mountain air. I don't usually notice all of the sounds of the night, but I was hyper-aware since I could barely see 2 feet in front of me. If I squinted, I could make out the silhouettes of the trees, dark against the sky. The sky seemed enormous, too.
I couldn't see the road, or the rocks, and the wall of the compound blocked most of the headlights from the passing cars, and I sort of felt like I was in the middle of the wilderness..
... with a generator, of course. I felt so free, and the cold air made my skin all tingly, and really, it was sort of incredible.
When the power came back on as I sat outside, it was almost disappointing. I got out of my funny Pilates posture and greeted Faustin and Mwacca, the guard. Their radio came back on, and suddenly the night air was cluttered with static and singing.
People cheered in a nearby bar and the night was alive with city noise again.
And I went back inside, into my room and to my computer.
It's a fine day, Sunday. And that's not because there's no post on Sunday, but it's because there're no drums on Sunday.
In a way I'm lucky that it's a church next door and not a mosque -- mosques begin their morning services at 4:30 am instead of 5:30 am.
Last night, as per usual, we had a power outtage and even though it was 8 pm and I usually retreat into my room, I went out onto the "porch" and just sat in the absolute, total darkness. The low rumble of the generator for the huge antenna tower next door hummed into the night, but other than that, it was just complete dark.
I'd brought my little Energizer lantern but decided to turn it off. It was also attracting bugs.
And, on the cold cement of the porch, I just stretch and breathed in the cold mountain air. I don't usually notice all of the sounds of the night, but I was hyper-aware since I could barely see 2 feet in front of me. If I squinted, I could make out the silhouettes of the trees, dark against the sky. The sky seemed enormous, too.
I couldn't see the road, or the rocks, and the wall of the compound blocked most of the headlights from the passing cars, and I sort of felt like I was in the middle of the wilderness..
... with a generator, of course. I felt so free, and the cold air made my skin all tingly, and really, it was sort of incredible.
When the power came back on as I sat outside, it was almost disappointing. I got out of my funny Pilates posture and greeted Faustin and Mwacca, the guard. Their radio came back on, and suddenly the night air was cluttered with static and singing.
People cheered in a nearby bar and the night was alive with city noise again.
And I went back inside, into my room and to my computer.
