Things that have stuck in my head since the Saturday big earthquake:
There must have still been some power at the time of the quake because I can remember looking down the hallway, while kneeling in the doorframe, holding a shivering Tristan. The whole house bucking and rolling and the pictures on the wall banging. The noise of the quake, the banging of the wardrobe doors and windows and the creaking of the house.
The silence following it when everything stopped and the power was gone.
The starry, starry sky looking so calm and beautiful, when everything around us had gone weird.
The strange, grey silty volcanoes that appeared down the road.
The contrast of things being completely normal in parts of Christchurch and buildings completely wrecked in others. All the fences and cranes, busy fixing buildings and making them safe.
The friendliness of everybody looking out for one another.
The constant aftershocks in the night, that stopped us sleeping properly for over a week.
The magic of the countdown
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