6/15/2001

i woke up this morning at nine to find that the power was off.  i noticed the darkened clock, the motionless ceiling fan, the loud silence, and then i got up to check out the window.  everything looked normal, it wasn’t raining anymore; there weren’t even any puddles.  i’d heard a thunderstorm at three a.m., accompanied by what sounded like hail, but it hadn’t registered at the time.  perhaps it was a dream.  a trash dumpster was sitting below my window, and i watched a guy toss out his garbage.  he threw in a plastic bag and some empty bottles, and then he blew in two snot rockets, one from each nostril.