Lights on the Mountain

The prickling at the back of my neck came again; it was much more ‎distinct this time and I did not care for it. The air was too wet; the ground ‎around me was too wet for me to be comfortable with the notion of static ‎electricity. I was beginning to get a perspective on the thing that had ‎made me uncomfortable in the clearing behind me. It wasn’t atmosphere ‎and brooding sentiments and unearthly mood. It was power. Electricity or ‎thunder; I didn’t give a damn which. But it was close enough for me to ‎sense it; and that was far too close for my peace of mind.‎ Thunder I could do little about; a hundred mega-volts at two-‎hundred kilo-amperes was out of my stat. I could simply head along to ‎where I was going and hope that God didn’t have his eye on me just at ‎the offing. I wasn’t aware of any particular sins that might bring down ‎just retribution; nothing that serious anyway. And I wasn’t going to ‎dredge my soul just then either. A chap had to concentrate when he was ‎on the job; this kind of job especially.‎ Electricity; that was something I could deal with. That was my stat ‎and it was something I was familiar with even the kind of electricity that ‎made a chap’s hair prickle. It might be kilo-volts and it might be on the ‎rampage but there was going to be a main-switch somewhere close by and ‎once that was opened the electricity would behave itself. That was the ‎way my book of rules was written.