A brief but frightful electrical storm visited my part of Sydney this evening tossing forks of lightning over the backyard and rattling the heavens. I watched and jumped out of my skin and shouted an involuntary obscenity as one lightning bolt seared my eyes and struck something on the next street over. The tenants in the newly installed granny flat that is now occupying part of the backyard that used to be mine raced out onto their verandah and peered over the fence toward the abovementioned next street over and peered along the fence line as though they half expected to find something smouldering there. Moments later the power went out, then more moments later switched back on to emergency supply. I guess that’s what it was as the lights were a bit dimmer and flickering annoyingly like fluoro tubes do when the starter is on the way out.
Rain bucketed down. My digital washing machine couldn’t decide whether it was off or on and began chirping excitedly with the power fluctuations. The switching relay in my network router joined in the action and clicked along to the tune.
The rain slowly subsided along with the thunder and lightning. All fell quiet. The power went out for a moment then returned. The washing machine brightly chirped one last time and the lights were no longer flickering.
I dried off the seat at my writing desk and settled back in to my evening routine. Peered over my shoulder and spotted the most glorious sunset bleeding across the backyard. It happened so fast. I managed to take just a couple of snapshots before the light changed and the glory fell out of the sunset. And all of the richness of colour in my part of Sydney–my backyard– washed out.