For now, there may be a storm.
There may be a hurricane
brewing, a typhoon on the
rise, a tornado spiral-
ling into my life and cau-
sing destruction—but it will
not always be so. The storm
will die out and—as storms al-
ways do—leave behind remnants
of its ruination. But
ruins can be picked up and
cleared away, and buildings can
be built up again. All that
matters is that the storm has
passed. I hope terribly that
one day, the storm in my heart
just might die out too.