“The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against crude walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.”
Zora Neale Hurston
Great writing. Tough it is to see the last few moments in a spot one has gotten oneself into by chance or design.