The storm rode in fiercely, autumn on her shoulder.
She came screaming, hissing and blowing, changing the seasons in an instant. Gone as quickly as she came, taking summer in her back pocket.
The crisp fall breeze kisses my cheeks as I take a deep breath.
My lungs fill.
The smell of petrichor, wet grass and a fire in the distance.
A good omen.
Change is in my air.
And then, suddenly, an unexpected wind sweeps in and engulfs me in her fury.
She howls and blows and rages.
When she finally ceases, nothing is the same. The lens in which I viewed the world has been shattered, lost forever in the madness of the storm. I grieve for my ignorance while rejoicing in new found liberation. I am lost and uncertain. Naked and hungry.
Ravaged by the storm.