We spent the first day of the storm looking out all the windows, watching and listening to branches fall out of the trees, holding our breath each time. Every hour that went by we wondered if the power would go out. Around noon we lost power for about a half of an hour, then a little later, it went off long enough to reset everything that was on. We gathered candles, oil lamps and flashlights, all the time hoping we wouldn't need them. Hope can be fleeting.