Nineteen Years Ago

Adelaide

I stared out the window at the bare skeletons of trees bending and swaying, pushed and pulled by the winter winds. They were like me and I was like them, a kinship of sorts, both submitting to external forces.

Do I have a choice?

Like the Tanya Tucker song said, be strong enough to bend.

Ignoring all else, I continued my voyeurism. The world beyond the windowpane sparked with electricity: a flash of lightning followed ...