five thousand shades of blue
Saturday, September 15, 2001
The first night of the
festivities got cancelled last night, so we sat waiting to serve people that really never materialized. And when they did, there was a loud, metallic crash, and suddenly we were out of our seats, running to the door, wondering what had blown up or crashed, until we realized it was a thunderclap just over the bus station across the street. We stared at each other and wondered if we would have reacted the same way just a week earlier.
Thunder and lightning crashed and lit up the sky well into the night. There was me, resorting at last to earplugs and sleeping practically with a pillow over my eyes so that I could get enough rest to face another day downtown. Twice since I have lived in Oregon has it thunderstormed, and I have grown unaccustomed to them.
is
this just not enough…?
