11:30 pm, I wake to the crack, crash, and thud of a large tree falling, shaking the entire house. The utility lines have been torn off the building, the live,severed power line tangled in the limbs. The driveway is blocked with an electrified mess, leaving no way off the property. Somehow, the phone line still works. Calls to the fire department and power company bring help in minutes. Crews work through the night, and twelve hours later, it's as if there had never been a problem: lines are up and running and the driveway is cleared. I am so tired. . . though I can say "I have power," I certainly don't have much energy.
- Nancy Boudreau
7 3/4" x 7 3/4" acrylic painting on matte board
signed, dated and comments on the back