Yesterday morning I happened to be up at 4:00AM when a 5.8 earthquake hit. It felt as though bulldozer were trying to shove the house. Everything shook and rumbled and the floor shimmied under my feet as if I were riding on the subway. I held on to the wall and listened to a few small things fall down and tip over around the house.
We have quite a few earthquakes in Alaska but this was a big one even for us, and I felt scared. Not because the earth opened up and swallowed me; it didn’t. Not because my house collapsed on top of me; it didn’t. What was scary was the sudden and visceral understanding that it could.