Learning to stop wanting things is probably one of the most difficult lessons of getting old. But if you don’t learn to do that, it seems to him, your desires will be like a bellyful of stones dragging you down to your grave.
it wasn’t until the third day that the temperature started to drop.
The humidity before the rain left the house. A icy damp joined with the cooling earth. At first it was refreshing, a cooler morning. But it didn’t warm throughout the day, the house held the cool so well. Bundling everything we could we created huddles of blankets, pillows, our bodies. We forgot about the lack of entertainment, the rain stayed and we struggled to stay warm.
On the second day it begun to rain.
The grass was stained. It turned a dirty brown. The tree by the shed died before the end of the second day. The dog got sick from drinking from its water bowl. The sky wasn’t grey. Birds and bats and possums fell from trees.
The toxic rain continued all day and all night.
On the first day we lost electricity.
Black screens. Asleep as the night rose. The soon to be absent glow of mobile phones. The fridge now a white whale in the room. The last hot showers.