watch what you’re doing, especially
when you can’t see what you’re doing
Dark as ink or maybe darker, hard to tell one colour from another. High winds, lines down, then power outage. I lit the fireplace for heat, though mostly it toasted my feet and warmed a glass of liquid courage.
Then on with my big winter parka, against the wind and rain out there. Time to ignite the barbecue. By the light of cellular phone, I managed to set it glowing; a techno-primitive task I do.
The neighbours have generators, but I had something even greater: connecting with the howl of night. True I had not hunted for beast and fire was push button easy, yet I managed to grill by battery light.
I am not saying it all went well, but few could see and none could tell I cooked my phone with radiant heat. Medium well, if I say so, it lost the last of its faint glow just as light came back on the street.
