An hour in darkness

Yesterday, between 10 and 11, we turned everything off in the flat, with only a candle to light us. It was to commemorate the centenary of WWI. It was strange: not watching TV, not going on the computer and being unable to read because the light of the candle was too dim. But it was a pleasant experience, strangely peaceful for a gesture commemorating one of the worst carnages in human history. It became more for me a way to relax and rediscover darkness (sweet, sweet darkness) and quiet time than truly acknowledge history. I blogged earlier this year about World War 1 and I intend to blog more about it. I thought I would tonight with this post and yesterday's commemoration. But in the end, I did not ponder about the Great War, I only sat down and absolutely savored this hour in darkness.