Published by

K Mark Schofer

I told my wife I wish it would rain all day so that I could sit at home reading, writing or doing some art work.

It didn’t, rather it was a rather pristine late August day with harbingers to Autumn.

Until it wasn’t.

The stormmoved in late in the afternoon. I was walking the dogs and it was fun to watch. The leaves roared, large scattered rain drops followed with thunder and an occasional lightning strike. it was an eerie loud quiet.

Lightning must have struck somewhere as we are now out of power. The power cut out as we were listening to an old Elton John record. “Benny and the”. Our half cooked dinner sits in the oven.

It has been a long time since the power went out such as this. We were surprisingly prepared. We are both wearing headlamps and can read. We have candles going.

While being somewhat prepared I was inept in this darkened world.

I made my wife and I a vegan sandwich. I didn’t see the blue mold spots on the bread. If we die this will my last essay. I grabbed a grape off the counter and it was a baby potato.

The power just came back on. I heard cheering in the neighborhood . Apparently dinner kept cooking. The potatoes and asparagus are perfect.

My wife just told me, I can take my head lamp off. Wait until a real disaster happens.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.