The ground below me moved in a slow rolling motion. I heard a crackling sound I couldn’t quite place.
“Look! Remember Grandma told us about this one?” exclaimed Laura, wiping it off gently with the tail of her shirt.
Suddenly everything seemed a little brighter.
“Yes! Shall we?” Claire’s eyes sparkled in excitement.
“You do it!”
“GO!” They yelled in unison.
The ground really shook this time. It had been years since we’d had an earthquake of this magnitude. After a few seconds the ground stabilized. I made my way to the window and pulled the curtain aside to confirm it was as always. On the heels of these earthquakes, snow falls gently from the sky. Snowquakes. The terrifying earthquake is always worth the beauty of the snow.
Our town is built to withstand the strongest quakes, and sure enough the buildings survived intact, like always. The people are resilient. Moments after the quake, Mr Jone’s drives his horse cart down the street, like always. People are outside strolling, like always. Kids play in the snow, like always.
“That was so awesome!” clapped Claire. “Let’s take it downstairs so we can enjoy it every day!”
I let out a sigh. We had waited a very long time for this. But the children eventually brought our town to life once again.
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