I think the purpose of these sopping waterfull days of fall is to make me long for the cold, clear, brilliance of coming winter days when what light that comes is slant and sweet and catches on the lacewing river ice between the tides.
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.