Last night was the first night of Hannukah. The renowned gentle breezes had been playing along the Front all day, and we had been without power since mid-morning. By the time I stumbled through the house with a flashlight and located our crude menorah and some candles, it was well-past sundown.
Those of you who know me know that I am not really Jewish - heck, I'm not really anything - but kindling those tiny flames in the darkness and cold, there in the West window which was trembling frighteningly with each renewed gust, brought a calmness and peace with which I will bore you no longer.
The power came back on around 2 Am. Tonight it's latkes and applesauce, baby. Now there is something to get religious about!