once read two stories about power failure. The two writers could enjoy reading in candle light. I thought what i would do to enjoy myself if there was no power. Today the power cut out because of the stormy weather, amid the thunder and lighting. I don't have mood to read even if i had candles. I feel so exhausted now that it seems every of my nerve is hurting me. With my clumsy right hand writing something i do not know what it is, the night is quiet , i am quiet too , the song of city's moonlight is sounding in my ears and mind. The only light is my cellphone. It's a pity it will be die without power. I hope the dark and dead night will never awake. Oh , it won't wake up. Night is night. Night has the right to be dark.what i am writing ? The only power will be used up soon. I am doom to be indulged in the endless dark night. The fear of darkness is swallowing me. I can't fly even if i had wings. I can't fly even if i were a swallow. Where is my direction ? You know day is coming . So do not think more. Just wait patiently , everything will be on his way. Sleeping is best choice now. Good night , night.