It is when the storm comes that a moment is given, a moment for heart and breath to pause, a moment when shadows and souls become the city and its sunshine congress suspends.

A moment…consider it: a moment as it turns, a glance given to the storm, a heartbeat, calculation and haste; anticipate what this may mean.

I became myself in the storm and lived only for that; raindrops cool and desperate on my skin, racing through cold and thrill and daring it, all! My loves, my hopes, my dreaming, daring the storm to take it before shelter could be found.

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