The candlelight flickered on the curved ceiling, causing creepy shadows and suggesting eery thoughts. Camera like flashes and crashing thunder echoed throughout the house. I had just driven through the worst storm I have ever experienced. I had dodged fallen trees, driven over downed power lines and hit metal buckets. The fan in the car wasn’t working, so on top of the blinding rain, I couldn’t see for the fog on the windshield. My clothes clung to my shivering damp body, and my hair hung in ringlets.
And now, I needed to go to the bathroom. The nerve wrecking evening had finally caught up with me. But…wait…no electricity. No water. Typically, how small a thing it is to flush a toilet, but tonight I recognized it as a simple pleasure.