It is different than it was. The power is out so it is dark like it was before the house had power but the road in is different, the neighbors are closer, and I am sitting on carpet (which is just wrong this far in the woods).
I am here alone and I believe it is the most peaceful moment I have had here in 30 years. The only sound is the song of the wind and the trees with a few booming gust down the chimneys and a squeak in the ceiling.
I always try to imagine this sound when I fall asleep at night. Not that it helps me sleep. The song of the wind and the trees is my soul mate, the one thing I could count on during my years here, it is my comfort. The world is breathing.
Oh, and there are stars.