Cedric and Solomon

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I 've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


VI (Hope), by Emily Dickinson


The remnant of tropical storm Phillipe came through last night and true to form we woke up without power. It appeared the head of the island was unaffected, so we eventually headed in to the store to check on the cat, get some water, and charge up our electronics. Heading through Somesville it was clear why the power was out - several large trees had fallen over, dragged down the power lines, and blocked off half the road. The One Stop was crowded with people filling up gas cans and clearing out the egg sandwich supply. As it turned out, when we got to the store it was without power as well. Eventually it came back on, but it was well into the afternoon before it came on at home. Fortunately tomorrow is a holiday, so it has been just fine having a lazy day.