How I love earthquakes. The quiet roar of approaching tremors like a silent beast in the night announcing its impending arrival. The roar of an earthquake is not something you immediately notice in the daytime. Perhaps you are more preoccupied about buildings falling down around you and crushing you to smithereens. At night however, in a blissful dream like state their arrival is almost magical.
We had two earthquakes last weekend, at a magnitude of 4.5 - strong enough to raise people from their slumber but not strong enough to raise the alarm. The first one was a quick but tremulous jab to the ribs, the second, like I said, a stealthy roaring beast attacking in the night. Granted, I was half-asleep and it is very likely that my dream-like state has affected my perception of the tremors, but after the initial alarm the trembling earth rocked the population back to sleep with a friendly good bye.
We had two earthquakes last weekend, at a magnitude of 4.5 - strong enough to raise people from their slumber but not strong enough to raise the alarm. The first one was a quick but tremulous jab to the ribs, the second, like I said, a stealthy roaring beast attacking in the night. Granted, I was half-asleep and it is very likely that my dream-like state has affected my perception of the tremors, but after the initial alarm the trembling earth rocked the population back to sleep with a friendly good bye.
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