Natalie

“That’s gonna be the last person we have come in today.” Mia sighs as she looks outside.

Gradually it’s gotten darker this morning, until it looks like we’re about to get a gully washer, as dad likes to call it. Glancing up, I notice what’s taking place outside. The clouds are swirling, the leaves and trees moving in motion with what appears to be the circular motion of the wind. This storm is coming in fast, rolling over the mountain as we sit in the ...