The clouds scud by as in a fast-motion video, dark, disturbed, disturbing south to north movement. I scurry around checking for candles, flashlight, oil lamps and lamp-oil. All are in place, ready to hand. I pour water into pots, buckets, check for comestibles that don’t require heat, make sure the fireplace is ready to fire up. Darkness at noon, trees across the street madly buffeted, the electricity flickers. If the power goes out, how long will it be before the magic workers reinstate it? I realize how much at the mercy of elements life is, despite all our efforts to insulate ourselves from natural occurrences with all our technology and comforts. I realize just how much suburban life is merely an illusion of security and just how easily that security bubble can be burst. I feel vulnerable!