Hermit Is

This infernal ice storm has finally chapped me entirely, much like the winter does our gentle lips.
Oh, man.
Tuesday, when the rain was freezing down, it was exciting. The thought of being off from work and playing in the snow was fun.
But then more and more kept coming down and the fun started to freeze over. I spent
Tuesday night up to this morning at my parents with varying relatives and friends of the family.
Wednesday night was capped off with the creaking of ice and ancient trees breaking and falling in the night. Not to mention the multicolored transformer explosions. My family sat on the front porch listening to the eerie demise of the once forest that we call our neighborhood. "Creation from disaster, creation," is what I kept saying. Oh, the naivety of my eternal optimism at a time like this. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Luckily, I sought solstice in Jenny and at her house Friday and Saturday. It was a brief period of peace.
Yes, I have no power at my house, and my toilet is leaking, but there are others worse off.
I just am in need of privacy. A person like me has to recharge. I must recharge. It is only now, when I can't recharge that the hermit in me comes out.
If you see me today I will be frowning.
But somewhere inside me my little hermit self is smiling knowing peace is near.