the day the earth shook

We had an earthquake here today - a phenomenon highly unusual considering where I live - no tectonic plates in sight!

Possibly I am speechless from the lingering shock of it all, or perhaps because I once again find myself in a low mood. But I'm not going to harp on about how shit things are or about unrequited love - because, lets face it - we are ALL sick of that.

So, the earthquake hit this morning - and I thought for a brief moment that I may very well die all alone, in the backyard, wearing rubber gloves (don't ask). It was quite ridiculous actually, I dodged from spot to spot as I hopped frantically to an area deemed a 'safe zone', by me - it would've been the funniest sight if anyone had actually seen me do it - and it is times like these I am grateful I don't live in a place with CCTV... thank the Lord for small mercies. Anyway - it was 15 seconds of pure fear, everything shaking, dogs barking and general confusion - but luckily it happened at such an early hour that the damaged areas had few minor casualties. I suppose, getting over myself for a moment, I should be grateful that I don't live in a place that experiences these frequently and ferociously - I have a bed to sleep in tonight, in a room with an intact roof. It's all about the point of view isn't it?

After it happened I wondered if perhaps the day would deliver some more unexpected delights - like the earthquake set the tone for the day, and it would be enchantment from that moment on. Funnily enough, no. It seems my 'Nonna sense' is on the blink. Dammit.

Enough from me,

SB xx