a life less binary You loose it if you talk about it. EH

Shake, rattle and roll

Last night I experienced my first earthquake.

Actually, it was more of a tremor reaching Darwin just a few minutes after the 7.0 that shook Indonesia just 700 km north from here.

A few minutes before the shaking and rumbling the dogs were scratching the door trying to get in, and I had some weird heart palpitations (I don't know if it was related but a quick search on Google shows that it might be) that I voiced out loud to my friends. Then my couch suddenly started shaking quite strongly underneath me.

It was a very strange sensation.
And not a very comfortable one.
In a flash, the feeling that there was nothing I could do, and nothing I could control popped into my mind and clenched my guts, and although I could feel it wasn't very strong and not life-threatening, an animal-like fear was raising and racing through my brain like a freaked-out rat, frantically looking for the exit and screaming 'out, out, OUT!'

But I put a smile on my face, stayed shaking on my couch, and laughed about it with my friends.
We are not animals, aren't we?

Well... maybe.