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Finally seeing the light

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When the power was restored in some homes in Ontario, others were still waiting in the dark. Officials asked us to think about those without power and use less ourselves to quicken the process of restoring power to everyone. Some complied. Others resumed their everyday lifestyle, firing up the dishwasher, washing machine and air conditioner all at once.

Looking back it just seems totally ludicrous that we actually have to be asked to conserve our power.

Shouldn’t we be turning off our lights regardless of whether there’s an energy crisis or not? Shouldn’t we be hanging our laundry out to dry on lines when it’s over 30 degrees outside? Shouldn’t we think of air conditioning as a luxury to be used in severe heat rather than an excuse to sit at home in a sweatshirt in the middle of the summer?

It’s amazing how much we have come to depend on having a limitless supply of power and how much this access to power dictates the way we live our lives.

With no power for an evening, we were left to fend for ourselves by resorting to the most basic form of communication – talking.

All our regular stimuli was shut off. There were no TVs, no computers, videos and movies. As night fell there were no books too.

Like in olden days all we had to entertain ourselves was talking and listening to each other – somewhat of a novel concept in this day and age when simple conversation has become something of a dying art.

People came out of their homes and onto the street to talk.

Instead of just the early morning wave hello as you head to the car neighbours shared stories of the revolving news of the Blackout.

It was one of the best ways of staying up-to-date on the unfolding situation because each person had a different story to tell, had heard an extra little tidbit of information and was gladly sharing it with the rest of the street.

Otherwise deserted streets were thronging with people, out for a late evening stroll.

Walking along the darkened sidewalks, everybody was commenting on the stars. It was like they had never seen stars before by the way they were talking about them. They talked about how bright they were, how many were shining, how close they seemed.

With no white light from the big city casting a glow on the night sky, Toronto’s roof took on a whole new dimension.

It was a sparkling sky that could almost compare to Whistler’s night – almost.

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