As I prepare my post for tomorrow which will be today when you all read it, I find myself without electricity. It appears that a little rain knocked out our power. Granted, the meteorologists were touting the “heavy line of thunder storms producing possible tornadoes” hooey, (am I using my new found word – hooey too much?)did not produce even one thunder clap from above. yet, we sit in darkness admiring the glow of candlelight abound.
I have a huge fascination with candles. Perhaps I lived in another time, years before Benjamin Franklin ever got the notion to fly a kite during an intense storm when candles were the only form of ambient lighting. Candlelight has such a warm glow. A glow that makes everyone look innocent and divine.
It is true, I am known for being the candle girl, woman and now lady. Gladly, I have never started an accidental fire due to my intense passion for mini fires in decorative votives. Over the years, I have scaled down my collection of torch vehicles. Part of me is glad that I have de-junked, but another part of me longs for every single one of my votives and sconces.
So, it is the lack of power and glowing candlelight that has provided me with a post tonight or tomorrow depending on how you look at it. My surrounding are calm. Serene. No background noise from the television or radio. Just the sound of raindrops.