The lights went out. I scrambled around in the dark for a candle. I remember I had one somewhere in the kitchen. Ah. There it was. I lit it with my cigarette lighter and brought it back into the bedroom. I watched the wax drip as the flame flickered. I wondered why the sudden power cut. Usually, we only witnessed power cuts in the peak of summers. This was just another September evening. The flame almost went out. I hurried back to the candle and moved its position. It burnt well in that corner. I paced up and down my room restlessly. I wanted to get back to my book or even distract myself with a TV show. All of a sudden it was dark. The candle was blown out by the wind. I closed my eyes to breathe in the eerie silence and the darkness. I lost the need for the light or that distraction. I just sat on the floor and sang. Wide open spaces. She needed room to make the big mistakes, she needed new faces.