Waiting for a storm

his is a new feeling, and yet so familiar. The temperature is dropping in my bedroom as I watch it approach behind two millimeter thick glass windows. Outside is grey. A gentle breeze rocks the power wires. They say it will be the worst storm in years, and it’s already hit Methven. It is coming.
There’s nothing I can do, but I’m not scared. As I watch and wait, calmness eases the perpetual tension in my shoulders. We will be tested, but we are together and safe. This storm will pass and a new day will shine all the brighter for our memory of the darkness.
I smile and I pull on my gloves. It is time.

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