I walked over to the railing and closed my eyes. It seemed to get quiet then….dramatically. I knew that wasn’t quite the case. I was just wrapped up in my self again; in my own head. The world narrows when that happens and becomes a tunnel.
I pushed against the rail and it stood there solid without the slightest possibility of yielding. There was a breeze….damp and laden with the smells of a summer storm. It seemed like the whole world was wet and soggy.
I felt a few raindrops hit my face and the wind picked up again. The sky grumbled with thunder….slow and rolling. It promised more light and violence in the air.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Another rumble. The rain picked up and an arc flashed across clouds in the distance.
It was coming.
“Bring it.” I said out loud.
And I stood there.




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