December 11, 2014. I awoke to light snow falling, dusting the edges of the trees and softening the landscape. Today started like any other December day, just as it did six years ago. Some events in life occur with no warning. The historic ice storm of 2008 was one of those days.
It started out benign enough. The day was clear. Throughout the night the sharp report of trees snapping like gun shots punctuated my sleep. I awoke to total silence – the gentle hum that powers life was gone. As the sun rose and the temperature in the house fell, I looked out on a world encased in crystal beauty. We would spend the next 10 days without power, water or heat.
If I were granted a glimpse into a crystal ball that would reveal life in six years, December 11, 2020, with no story-thread to show me how events would unfold, would I understand or comprehend the changes to come?