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  • As I write this, I am shaking from fear and excitement. I think of Haiti, Japan, the San Andreas fault, countless lives lost, quivering, rumbling, crashing, tumbling, dirt, air, water, falling, falling, falling. To some, an earthquake is THE experience, THE jackpot, THE once-in-a-lifetime. To others, destruction, death and despair. Now, I'm not saying earthquakes are a cup o' tea, that they aren't mean, aren't terrible; but sometimes, to someone who is not in the actual danger, they are exhilarating.

    So why am I talking about earthquakes?

    Only a minute ago, the whole earth under my feet just shook. Literally. For eight seconds, I could feel the vibrations; in the table, through the floor, in my butt. And the rumble, groaning like some ancient monster waking from a thousand-year deep sleep. I may be exaggerating a tiny bit, but it's no fairytale that at that moment, fear shot it's sharpest arrow into my heart. Instinctively, I thought of the earth cracking, the house caving in, trees falling. The image came even more vividly then it should have, because only some weeks ago, a 4.1 passed through Boston. The news was everywhere that night, and I'm still shaking in my skin. My first Earthquake! I didn't know what to make of it. All I know is that I was lying on the carpet when a faint rumble hit my ears and the ground shook and the china cabinet vibrated and chattered its glass teeth. It was awesome the first time, but the second time...? Dad says it may have been the furnace turning on it the basement, but I doubt it. Furnaces don't shake the ground when they turn on unless they have problems.

    Well, the news will have to inform us. Let's just wait and see!




    image: San Andreas fault
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