



there was a fire friday night. one of the fields next to our little village (moshav) had set on fire. everything is crispy dry these days, so it happens easily.not exactly sure why, but for some reason the electricity was cut off during all the balagan (a lovely hebrew term for mess). so, as the evening darkened we pulled out the candles. the boys were amazingly cool about it, probably too young to get scared from the darkness and the shadows of the candle lights playing on the dark walls.
it was pretty, it was quiet, and the stars on the sky were so clear, as no light from earth faded their shine.
we went to bed early. and then, just after midnight, the light came back on in the bedroom. it had been left on as we had tested the electricity in the afternoon. for a second i thought it was morning, and it felt really good to be able to just turn off the light and go back to sleep.

































