Utne Reader: Organic Living at the Gardens of Eagan
Awake in the Night
An explosion of light rips me out of deep sleep. Behind the flash is a deafening boom. The sky sparks again, a fused web of tearing lines. Wind jumps in, straight on from the west, driving hard rain against the house. I crank the window closed but not quickly enough—the bed and I are drenched. I hear tiny pings against the glass.
Damn. I look at the date on the clock, June 8, 2005. Not now.