It felt like a huge gust of wind – and air pressure that shoved against the house for just a second. But something was still off. “What was that? What just happened?” He turned off the bathroom light with the noisy fan. “What?” I couldn’t feel it at first, but I could hear it. There wasn’t a rumble or a growl… No freighttrain anaology. It was the creak of the house, the crack of the foundation, the rattle of… Things. I was standing at the point. I felt unstable like I waa standing on a boat or train. Movement registered. The earth was moving and the whole house was flexing and bending. I felt the same pressure repeat itself. I looked out the window and saw thw bird feeders shaking. I looked at him. I longed for the quaking earth to be a sign we should be together. But after all these years of praying for a sign I could recognize and understand, I’m fairly certain and earthquake on our last day together isn’t a sign. It just brought out how much I want things to be different. I want a different outcome so bad that I’m begging the Earth to give me one.