The night air rushes through my hair, tangling it into tornadoish locks.
Tears streak across my face, not out of sadness, but due to the sheer
power of the wind. With every step I take, I feel the burden of the
invisible forces driving me astray. I, therefore, plant my feet securely
on the ground with each step, making sure that the traction underfoot was
secure as if the surface itself could disappear at any second. I push
forward, using an umbrella like I was a warrior fighting in a shield wall,
the storm and I were locked in a fierce entanglement and the only way to
win was to accept defeat and weather the storm.
One would think walking through a storm would not be an intense battle,
but the storm presents itself as an enigma that I have hoped to escape.
I close my eyes.