The wind howled relentlessly and I anxiously huddled in my living room watching the lights flicker in and out. It is such an odd feeling to watch and wait for something as mundane as a lightbulbs demise but watch and wait I did.
Now, I dont usually watch light bulbs on stormy nights. Lightbulbs die all over the world every day but this lightbulb held the meaning of what my life would look like for the next week. Heck, my fate possibly rested on whether or not this light bulb would fizzle and die. And so I watched.
My eyes closed and I awoke scared out of my mind that the world had crumbled around me. My anxiety was quickly doused upon realizing that the lightbulb shone bright and steady. We were safe. Hurricane Sandy did not claim us as it had claimed so many others. My lightbulb stood as testament to the strength of our haven.
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