Last night a huge bright glow lit up the NYC sky, a gorgeous yet disturbing burst of blue clashing with the darkness.
It wasn't the rapture or the apocalypse or a nuclear explosion or an alien mothership coming to invade our fair city (or perhaps rescue us from Donald Trump's America) -- no, it was a power plant in Astoria that went kablewy, a transformer explosion producing an "electrical arc." Thankfully, miraculously, there were no injuries or deaths and not even any long lasting power outages.
It was a true freak occurrence, a momentary flash.
I was watching the electric TV-machine (last Sunday's episode of Ray Donovan, not yet viewed by moi) when the screen blacked-out and my cable went down (then quickly rebooted itself, thank gawd). I jumped up and looked around to see what else had happened (again, amazingly, no alarm clocks were blinking, no other electrical systems hit). Then, in my backyard, I saw the blue haze, the "arc" in the sky, accompanied by a hum. I went outside and jumped up, trying to see more over the houses and trees, but saw nothing. Soon thereafter, the blue vanished. A crises had ended. And that was it.
This incident is being investigated so hopefully we'll know more soon about how it happened. Needless to say, social media had a field day with jokes about the whole thing. Hardy-har-har.
Perhaps the blue was a symbol of Democrats taking complete control over the New York State government in a few days. For my money, it was, as David Bowie sang, "blue, blue, electric blue", a real rhapsodic moment for the city.